Description
This isn't about love. It's about those moments when it feels like a light is shining inside you and your soul is doing somersaults. When you can taste strawberries on your lips, the back seat of a car isn't a means of transportation but a portal, and “until dawn” isn't a limitation but an invitation. Here, every verse is like a 100% charge. No deep analysis, no complicated feelings. Just sparks, drive, and the desire for the party to never end. And if it does, no problem, we'll turn it on again. And again. Until the speakers give out, or at least our legs do.