Nothing is thought, everything is said
A hundred miles from passing for the best
Nothing makes sense, everything escapes me
Even your confidences scare me
Turn up the sound in the jukebox baby
I want to overcome my boredom
Dance, dance, near the jukebox baby
Make the night pass
I'm lost, get real
I'm lost, get real
Be yourself
Nothing is perfect, I'm bored
Wanting to absorb the hours
Wanting find out who I am the sound in the jukebox baby
I want to overcome my boredom
Dance, dance, near the jukebox baby
Make the night pass
I wanna get real
I'm lost
I wanna get real
Be myself