Turn on, Turn up - Correatown

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