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Caminando lento por la orilla,
La arena suave, qué maravilla.
El mar susurra nuestra canción,
Siento el ritmo en el corazón.
No hay zapatos, no hay reloj,
Solo tu mirada y este sol de ayer.

Baila conmigo, descalza en la arena!
Bajo las estrellas, se va la pena!
Dame tu mano, vamos a girar!
Que el universo nos viene a mirar!
Bajo las estrellas, todo es de dos!
Baila conmigo, escuchando al mar!

Las olas vienen, nos mojan los pies,
Te beso y pierdo la timidez.
El cielo brilla con luz de neón,
Pero tu risa es mi dirección.
Sin equipaje, sin dirección,
Solo la magia de esta conexión.

Baila conmigo, descalza en la arena!
Bajo las estrellas, se va la pena!
Dame tu mano, vamos a girar!
Que el universo nos viene a mirar!
Bajo las estrellas, todo es de dos!
Baila conmigo, escuchando al mar!

(Ooh, ooh...)
El tiempo se detiene aquí,
Solo tú y yo, cerca de mí.
Bajo el manto de la noche azul,
Tu piel brilla con esa luz.

Baila conmigo... descalza...
Bajo las estrellas... (mmm)
En la arena... tú y yo.
(Bajo las estrellas...)

The maps are torn, the ice is thick,
My heart is stone, my resolve is quick.
We leave the hearth, we leave the gold,
To find the secrets of the North untold.
The salt is stinging on my skin,
Let the ancient gale begin.

Into the storm where the sky meets the sea,
Bound by the oath of the crown that binds me.
Beyond the ice where the white winds blow,
To the Northern Kingdom that the stars still know!
Oh, let the thunder roar her name,
Baptized in frost and the lightning's flame!
(Baptized in frost and the lightning's flame!)

The masts are groaning like a ghost,
We've passed the reach of the living coast.
No stars to guide, just the lightning's eye,
A queen's ambition beneath a shattered sky.
I hear the spirits in the freezing air,
But I will find the truth that's hidden there.

Into the storm where the sky meets the sea!
(Where the sky meets the sea!)
Bound by the oath of the crown that binds me!
(Bound by the oath!)
Beyond the ice where the white winds blow!
(Where the white winds blow!)
To the Northern Kingdom that the stars still know!
Oh, let the thunder roar her name!
Baptized in frost and the lightning's flame!
Baptized in frost and the lightning's flame!

Found at last... the Northern Lights...
Kingdom of the silver nights...
Storm is done... home...
(Kingdom of the silver nights...)
(The storm is done...)
(Home...)

The concrete's cold but the air is electric,
Looking down on the streets where the lights are eclectic.
We found a rhythm in the midnight heat,
Just the city pulse beneath our feet.
No need to rush, no need to speak,
The morning is still a mountain peak.

Oh, we're dancing on the roof until the stars go dim!
(Until the stars go dim)
Holding onto moments right upon the rim!
(Right upon the rim)
Wait for the gold to break through the haze!
Lost in the rhythm of these rooftop days!
Yeah, we're dancing until the sun, until the sun!
Until the sun!

The shadows are stretching across the glass,
Watching the night and the city pass.
I see the orange bloom in the distance far,
Chasing away every lonely star.
The bass is low but the spirits high,
Underneath this waking, violet sky.

Oh, we're dancing on the roof until the stars go dim!
(Until the stars go dim)
Holding onto moments right upon the rim!
(Right upon the rim)
Wait for the gold to break through the haze!
Lost in the rhythm of these rooftop days!
Yeah, we're dancing until the sun, until the sun!
Until the sun!

Until the sun...
(Until the sun)
Rooftop dreams...
(Rooftop dreams)
Dancing till dawn...
(Dancing till dawn)
Just keep moving.
Sunrise.

The sun hits the rug in a golden square,
I see him stretching out his paws right there.
He don't pay rent, he don't wash a dish,
Just waiting for a nap and a bowl of fish.
The king of the sofa, the lord of the hall,
He's the only one who runs this house at all.
From the kitchen tile to the windowsill,
He's moving at a speed that's perfectly still.

Oh, the cat is the boss, he's the king of the beam,
Living out a long and a fuzzy dream.
From the morning light till the day is done,
He's just soaking up a piece of the sun.
He's the boss in the house, yeah he's taking it slow,
Watching all the busy people come and go.
(Watching them all come and go)

I tried to sit down but he gave me a look,
Like 'Don't you dare move me from my favorite nook.'
He's a fuzzy little tyrant with a soft fur coat,
With a tiny little purr in his golden throat.
He sees a dust mote dancing in the heat,
And gives a little twitch of his velvet feet.
Then he closes his eyes, drifts back to the haze,
In a sun-soaked blur for the rest of his days.

Oh, the cat is the boss, he's the king of the beam,
Living out a long and a fuzzy dream.
From the morning light till the day is done,
He's just soaking up a piece of the sun.
He's the boss in the house, yeah he's taking it slow,
Watching all the busy people come and go.
(Watching them come and go)

Sleeping... dreaming... in the beam...
(Sleeping... dreaming...)
Floating... away... so it seems...
(Floating... away...)

Oh, the cat is the boss, he's the king of the beam,
Living out a long and a fuzzy dream.
From the morning light till the day is done,
He's just soaking up a piece of the sun.
He's the boss in the house, yeah he's taking it slow,
Watching all the busy people come and go.
Watching all the busy people come and go!

Yeah... just a fuzzy little king...
He rules the place... get gone now... let him sleep...
King of the beam...

The tank is full, the map is on the floor,
We're leaving every worry at the door.
Windows down and the humidity is high,
Nothing but the blue across the sky.
Hey, can you hear that through the static?
Turn it up, man, make it something cinematic.

Singing along to the radio static!
Living our lives in a moment dramatic!
Windows down, hair blowing in the wind!
This is the part where the stories begin!
Whoa, yeah, we're miles from home!
The best kind of trouble we've ever known!
(The best kind of trouble we've ever known!)

I'm hitting the notes that I haven't in years,
(And I'm laughing so hard I am shedding some tears!)
The cooler is rattling in the back of the car,
(We don't really care where we're going so far!)
Yeah, the dashboard is hot and the coffee is old,
But this feeling right here is worth more than gold!

Singing along to the radio static!
Living our lives in a moment dramatic!
Windows down, hair blowing in the wind!
This is the part where the stories begin!
Whoa, yeah, we're miles from home!
The best kind of trouble we've ever known!
(The best kind of trouble we've ever known!)

Look at the horizon, it's glowing in red,
Leave all the heavy things back in your head.
We've got the road and we've got the light,
Everything's gonna be just fine tonight.

Singing along to the radio static!
Living our lives in a moment dramatic!
Windows down, hair blowing in the wind!
This is the part where the stories begin!
Whoa, yeah, we're miles from home!
The best kind of trouble we've ever known!
The best kind of trouble we've ever known!

Whoa-oh-oh!
Yeah, turn it up!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Don't let the song end!

The clouds are heavy, hanging low,
Sunday morning, nowhere to go.
Water tracing lines on the pane,
Tracing out the rhythm of the rain.
Steam is rising from the cup in my hand,
Like a little island in a grey-scale land.

Let the needle find the groove today,
Let the world just spin itself away.
With the coffee warm and the velvet sound,
Of the vinyl spinning 'round and 'round.
Oh, it's a dreamy kind of day,
(A dreamy kind of day...)

Found an old sleeve, dusty and worn,
A little bit of history, a little bit torn.
Black wax spinning, ghosts in the grain,
Keeping time with the pulse of the rain.
Sweet caffeine dreams in the morning light,
Everything is finally feeling right.

Let the needle find the groove today,
Let the world just spin itself away.
With the coffee warm and the velvet sound,
Of the vinyl spinning 'round and 'round.
Oh, it's a dreamy kind of day,
(A dreamy kind of day...)

Wait for the click, wait for the pop,
Don't let the music, don't let it stop.
(Mmm-mmm)

Let the needle find the groove today,
Let the world just spin itself away.
With the coffee warm and the velvet sound,
Of the vinyl spinning 'round and 'round.
Oh, it's a dreamy kind of day,
(Oh, it's a dreamy kind of day...)

Dreamy kind of day...
(Hmm...)