all streaming through the waves in your hair.
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight.
The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
and it's looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the deep of the night,
And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright.
I gotta follow it cause everything I know,
Well, it's nothing 'til I give it to you.
I can make you run or stumble. I can make the final clock.
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle.
And I can make all the stadiums rock.