When Jodah smiles, the room lights up with fine white stardust. The limelight seems to beam out of her eyes. She doesn't seem to notice, but she doesn't need to. She's had her share of compliments and lies. She says, come turn off your radio and let's go dancing. We're far too young to sit at home all night. What's the use in sleeping when we're in this city that tries to stay awake with all its minds? Life just feels so breezy, comfortable and easy. A sad and sullen winter night seems tropical and bright, like champagne-colored drops of neon light. The streets are paved with melodies and treasured pleasures. Let's make the snowflakes melt before they fall. No agonizing, painful hardships left to conquer. No traumatizing childhoods to recall. Come turn off your radio and let's go dancing. There's far too much to see to stay inside. What's the use in sleeping when the world could crumble? So just sit back and please enjoy your ride. Life just feels so breezy, comfortable and easy. A sad and sullen winter night seems tropical and bright, like champagne-colored drops of neon light. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, hey. Oh. Hey, you. B-b-b-ba-da. Oh, oh. Hey. Because life just feels so breezy. Just feels so breezy. So comfortable and easy. Just feels so easy. The sad and solid winter night seems tropical and bright. Like shiny, colorful drops of neon light. Drops of neon light. Because life just feels so breezy. Just feels so breezy. So comfortable and easy. Just feels so easy. The sad and solid winter night seems tropical and bright. Like shiny, colorful drops of neon light. Drops of neon light. Joke smiles, the room lights up with fine white stardust.