Lyric

She slips through painted doorways, paper sun on chrome

Candy clouds and comic signs, a city made of foam

Neon postcards tumble, alleyways in bloom

A carousel of color turns the morning into room

Tiny footsteps find the tempo, heartbeat meets the street

Little sparks in puddles wink and start to match my feet

Pit Pop Passion, catch the light and spin it free

Pit Pop Passion, every color sings with me

Floating panels, laughing lines, confetti in the air

We move like polaroids come alive, weightless and aware

Ahh ahh ahh

Oooo ooo oooo

She rides a ribbon of sunlight, polka-dot horizon wide

Window frames become stages where bright paper dancers glide

Posters whisper secret songs, a map of tiny dreams

Every step a tiny flare, stitched in silver seams

Glitter in the gutter, tempo climbs and leans

The city opens pocket doors to all the in-between

Pit Pop Passion, paint the day in neon gold

Pit Pop Passion, simple stories bold and told

Spin the panels, flip the page, paint the edges bright

We burst like stamps into the sky, keep dancing out of sight

Ahh ahh ahh

Oooo ooo oooo

Soft as ink, quick as breath, this world will not stay still

We borrow light and borrow time and spend it as a thrill

Pit Pop Passion, whispered at the edge of dawn

Pit Pop Passion, the paper city carries on

Close the book, fold the page, leave a little shine

Tomorrow prints a new parade, we'll be back in line