The doorbell rings hard
Ready to go?
She's a mess
From her head to toe
And it's alright, yeah, it's alright

Falling into lost
A quarter to ten
My friend's going nuts
And it happens again
But it's alright, this is my kind

I'm running down the street
My heels in the air
This city is rough
We're not in Bel Air
And it's alright, this is my kind

Oh, what a night
I guess you're ready for the show
(We will be free again)
Oh, what a night
I guess you got to let me go
(We will be innocence)

We are surrounded by the hanging trees
I see the lights
Coming to me
Like diamonds, I feel silence

Your heart stops (perjured of me)
I need no money
Man, I want your disease
And it's alright, you are my kind

We're running down the fields
Rebels in air
You want a free world everywhere
And it's alright, ‘cause we are blind

Oh, what a night
I guess you're ready for the show
(We will be free again)
Oh, what a night
I guess you got to let me go
(We will be innocence)

I feel you ignorance
I save my innocence
In this world
I feel you ignorance
I save my innocence
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night

Oh, what a night
I guess you're ready for the show
(We will be free again)
Oh, what a night
I guess you got to let me go
(We will be innocence)
Oh, what a night
I guess you got to let me go

Composição: Dennis Poschwatta / Henning Rümenapp / Sandra Nasic / Stefan Ude