You got me in the middle of the dance floor, just searching for you girl I ask my myself where you created in this world, by the beauty in you girl You got me so high and confused I don't know what to do New York City All in Los Angeles California From

What is this world, what is this we've created In the burdens of this life I cannot rest This world means nothing Everything we hold will pass away With a void of completion comfort will ever fade I long for this wind to cease We once held undying

I could take the high road But I know that I'm going low I'm a ban, I'm a bandito Sahlo Folina I created this world To feel some control Destroy it if I want This is the sound we make