I feel like history on the turntables Old school to new school Like nothing ever been realer On the history of the turntables I'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables I'm Nina Simone in the park, and Harlem in the dark I'm the musical to the

I can see the future I can feel your heart stop I can change the whole world I'll rewrite the scripture I'm a beacon of light I'll erase the old ways Like a new beginning In the dark of winter I'm the dark of winter

We belong to something new We belong to something, This time, this time we can't go home Oh like we've been kissed by higher power Saying don't wait, don't wait until it's gone I see the dawn of a new beginning I hear the streets of tomorrow calling I

We belong to something new We belong to something, This time, this time we can't go home Oh like we've been kissed by higher power Saying don't wait, don't wait until it's gone I see the dawn of a new beginning I hear the streets of tomorrow calling I