Waiting for Your Phone Call

You, me, the disco
The dream of phone number
You're going not too late
I stay up to dance
With my mind on stage

We share the dance floor
I feel getting higher
The lights blind me up
The songs drive us nuts
You're my surrender

And I've be waiting
To date or something
You folding my hand
I sleep as I bend

And I've be waiting
To date or something
You folding my hand
I sleep as I bend

And I've be waiting
To date or something
You folding my hand
I sleep as I bend

And I've be waiting
To date or something
You folding my hand
I sleep as I bеnd