4 to the Floor Lyrics

Like the dust, it settles down,
The quiet comes before the sound,
The storm will come and I will run to take you away.

Furious what we desire, that second touch,
That burning fire, 'f'it wasn't for the social norm'd just be the same.

Delay, release,
From Tokyo to France, we know you wanna dance!
Cut off your minds,
And lift out of control, go!

When the beats drop on the floor, you'll be gagging for some more,
Just like at home when we're alone, you can't get enough.
Brush it up and you will see that its somehow between you and me,
Slip in your drink and you won't think, "No, never again."

Delay, release,
From Tokyo to France, we know you wanna dance!
Cut off your hands,
You lift out of control, go!

Out the front, down the back,
Crinkle-snap and nose a floor,
Down the front, eyes go black,
Next time at my neck is sore,

Out the front, down the back,
Crinkle-snap and nose a floor,
Down the front, eyes go black,
Next time all I want is more

Out the front, down the back,
Crinkle-snap and nose a floor,
Down the front, eyes go black,
Next time at my neck is sore!