Testo White Winged Lovers

White winged lovers always hot on the party scene,
Never stop dancing when you turn up the pumping beats,
Fuelled by the colours of the flashing light machines,
Bouncing through the clouds below.

Floating over cities tryna stumble upon a beat,
Ghost vision slumber of a heart throbbing fantasy,
Riddled with enticement they head for the alleyway, To never stop loving alone.

Empty with the feeling of their white helmet sailors,
Open to this world and its wet, misty haven,
Walk on through this valley he feels a drip on his shoulder,
Eases his entry below.

White winged lovers always hot on the party scene,
Never stop dancing when you turn up the pumping beats,
Their reputation runs on their preconceived pedigree,
Spawned from the days of old