We are the dirt, shadows of the shadows
Too many people (hiding the sun) at the window
Sometimes it feels like air is missing

No light comes into the basement
Our eyes got used to the darkness
Sometimes it feels like light is missing

But it feels good cause we’re all right here
And we’re dancing cause no one’s leaving
When the night ends, sun will be rising
I’m still complaining, and André’s laughing

I’m still complaining
André keeps laughing