Liquid Nights and Disco Lights Miracle of Sound

[Verse 1]
I could be a swinging sickle
Turning to a factional nomad
I could be a friend so fickle
Or I could be the best you ever had

I could be the dull divider
Paint between the tyres on either side
I could be a gene defiler
Wishing for a head so fine and wide

[Pre-Chorus]
Got to get, to get down
Find a rhythm to pick me up
And catch the beat of this town
What could pull me together
Got to get, to get down
Trace the bullet and sift the dust
Catch the beat of this town
What to find to feel better

[Chorus]
The streetlights and the ravers
And my trails of misbehavior
Lost in liquid nights
And whirling disco lights
The burden of tomorrow
All the shame regret and sorrow
Lost in liquid nights
And whirling disco lights