Lyric

Checkered floor under bubblegum light

Wristband glow in the electric night

Laces tight and the charge runs near

Cool bright air with a ringing cheer

Disco ball drops a fever shine

Wheels cut streaks through the flashing line

Laughs on the rail and the bass cuts in

One clean turn and the room starts spinning

Light me up, I feel the rush

Never stop, I want too much

Fast and bright, we ride the spark

Let the whole floor move in time

Charge runs high, pull me close

Feel it hit in every turn

When the music hits and the night goes loud

We ride that wave through the crowd

Kick, click, glide, then sweep around

Turn that corner, let the mirrors sound

Slide, snap, flash in a silver chain

Heat in the wheels and a pulse in the brain

Toe stop tap and the crowd reacts

One more pass and the rhythm stacks

Bright on the rink, quick in the shine

Every clean pass leaves a perfect line

Late snack stand with a cherry red glow

Cold soda fizz and a soft back row

Names on the shelf by the rental rack

Different styles across the floor

Stereo warm with a retro sting

Still one room and the whole place sings

No city rush, no racing lane

Just a spinning world and a sweet refrain

Light me up, I feel the rush

Never stop, I want too much

Fast and bright, we ride the spark

Let the whole floor move in time

Charge runs high, pull me close

Feel it hit in every turn

When the music hits and the night goes loud

We ride that wave through the crowd

Kick, click, glide, then sweep around

Turn that corner, let the mirrors sound

Slide, snap, flash in a silver chain

Heat in the wheels and a pulse in the brain

Toe stop tap and the crowd reacts

One more pass and the rhythm stacks

Bright on the rink, quick in the shine

Every clean pass leaves a perfect line

One slow breath in the colored haze

Then the whole room bends in a softer phase

Low beat hush and a neon grin

Like a tiny spark from the center spin

Hold that glide when the lights run thin

Feel the charge in the boards beneath

Then it lifts again, quick and bright

And the circle keeps the night alive

Last track fading in a cotton glow

Rental wheels and a gentle roll

Floor still warm where the shadows passed

Tiny sparks in the mirror glass

Homeward shoes by the exit door

But the rhythm hums a little more

Soft white light in the fading air

Like a spinning dream that lingers there