Maybe when we get there we can fill the place up

With whatever soft stuff is sparkling between us

Maybe when we go home we will lose our voices

Just talk with the blushes, they're louder than the noises

Of every single jewel hitting the floor

How is it that you still ask for more?

Everything gets louder with the windows open

Hand over the powder, repeating motion

All the faces smear into a cloud

It's still true i want you to be proud