Lyrics:

Done, done the last real life
beside, beside it's hard to see
see the dotted line leaves space for you
to jump on the next ride
if luck runs out

Blame, blame this interception
forget, forget that it could do harm
unless it's blown out of the water
but I know how to help this one out
so here comes your turn

Now I'm feeling something tonight
feeling tonight

What, what is the next concern
too perfect, too perfect it's a possible return
to the open wound
but I know how to help this one out
so here comes your turn

Now I'm feeling something tonight
feeling ... tonight
feeling ... tonight
feeling ... tonight
tonight