Two voices trade verses about emotional weight and escape. One describes nightly crashes as an avalanche revealing deeper sadness; the other pushes back: shove your problems out the door and dance without worry. Movement becomes a way to shed what's heavy and show your real self.
I need your time, time. So let's just pretend that it'll work out in the end and turn out fine. Yeah. Every night crashes down on you like an avalanche, opening up the deepest parts of our thoughts, and all you find is deeper shades of blue. So let's dance for hours, letting time pass like the wind. What's on your mind? Leave that behind and let loose.
Shove your problems out the door and let loose. Ain't no worries on the dance floor. Just let the weight off your shoulders and show 'em what you're made of. Right here, right now, ain't no worries when you let loose.
