Feel the Beat

I poke around through old records and listen to the crackling of the sleeves.

One touch, one smile – and I'm holding my favorite beat in my hand.

I turn the record up, the world stands still.

Just me and the beat, and it feels so good.

Headphones on, my worries are gone.

I dance and jump. I feel free and light.

The sound fills the room. Everything around me becomes silent.

The world belongs to me – a small moment.

I sway to the beat, let go, and laugh.

A little shy, a little free, that's exactly what makes it so fun.

Chorus:

Feel the beat, it's pulsing.

Feel the music that inspires.

Dance with me, without a destination.

This happiness is so real.

I look around, the music still in my ears.

Happiness is with me.

The rhythm in my heart – and I want more of it.