Lost inside a scene, a reflection Mirroring a line, a projection What I hope to say, what I hope to ransom What I nearly lost, what I nearly shattered Walk into the dark, devastating Fall into the sound, records playing Do you keep it all, lock it up from eye line? To you lose it all, freak out on the front line? Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit ELECTRIC when it hits Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit ELECTRIC when it hits Listen for the rise of elation Let your body drown in sensation Do we build it up, do we reinvent it? Do we break it all, do we only bend it? Drawing out the line, of what's compelling Loosening the grip, of what is holding Can I let myself close enough to feel it? Can I let myself finally believe it? Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit ELECTRIC when it hits Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit ELECTRIC when it hits So it's the very same scene And we stand in the dark listening Our eyes focused on your mouth We're trying to make the words out Hey Hey Hey So turn it on, turn it up, every little bit ELECTRIC when it hits Turn it on, turn it up, every little bit ELECTRIC when it hits It hits It hits It hits