Ease on in... To the tension... I want to sample her Oxygen... Intoxication Like medicine. Drifting eyes, caught in action. Until they find attraction We put ourselves out there No virtual filter It’s an instinctual ritual Passed down through the ages Now it’s fading… into lost art... [Chorus] We’re falling in the afterglow Hearts beat faster but we’re moving slow Hold this feeling — don’t let it go This kind of courting is old school soul Increasing rhythm Of my breathing Locked in Slow motion I make my move… Perfume floating In soft rotation No resistance No surrender [Chorus] We’re falling in the afterglow Hearts beat faster but we’re moving slow Hold this feeling — don’t let it go This kind of courting is old school soul Her quiet grin Is a beautiful sin As she agrees to Dance with me Hands align Like they’ve done before No hesitation Like a distant memory Every movement Speaks without a sound Two hearts syncing As the world spins round [Chorus] We’re falling in the afterglow Hearts beat faster but we’re moving slow Hold this feeling — don’t let it go This kind of courting is old school soul [Bridge] All the signals Get lost in the wire Nothing replaces this human desire No simulation Can replicate feeling You can’t download… This kind of soul [Final Chorus] We’re rising higher in the afterglow No more hiding — now we let it show Hold this feeling — let the whole world know This kind of courting is old school soul [Outro] You can’t download… soul.
