The stage is cooling, the lights are low Watching the faces in the front row glow We traveled miles just to reach this floor To hear the rhythm through the dressing room door It’s not the fame or the silver light It’s the way you hold us through the night A thousand hearts in a single room Breaking the silence of the gathering gloom. The static is gone, the signal is pure You are the medicine, you are the cure We’re just the echo, you are the sound Lifting our spirits off the ground. Oh, can you feel the pulse in the air? The secret anthem that we all share! We’re Aura Station, but you are the power The stars that bloom in the midnight hour! You know, I’ve been practicing my French for you guys... I wanted to tell you a little joke, just between us. Why do French people eat snails? Because they don't like fast food. Wait, let me say it right... "Pourquoi les Français mangent-ils des escargots ? Parce qu'ils n'aiment pas le fast-food !" Oh, can you feel the pulse in the air? The secret anthem that we all share! We’re Aura Station, but you are the power The stars that bloom in the midnight hour! Still hearing your voices... Still feeling the light... Thank you for tonight.
