Lyrics: Nathan Tysen
Music: Jason Howland
Nick: Could it be 1917? Have we stepped inside a time machine?
Jordan: Something out of H.G Wells? Or another one of Gatsby’s spells?
Nick: I think I see stars aligning
Jordan: Or my standards are declining
Nick: You’re learning to spot what you need
when to follow and when to ...
Jordan: Keep following!
Nick: Oh holding you is like clinging to a cloud
Jordan: watch it.
Nick: I have to hold tight, or you might fly away
Jordan: You know, I can’t help that I rise above the crowd
Nick: And I wouldn’t want it any other way
Jordan: So you better hold tight or I might fly away
never thought you were my style
go on keep me dizzy for awhile
Nick: Maybe it’s the uniform
Jordan: Maybe it’s the dress I’ve never worn
Both: You just might be my undoing
I admit there’s something brewing
What we do might be taboo
but I like that look on you
oh never thought I’d hold starlight in my hands
Jordan: You better hold tight, or I might fly away
Nick: You might fly away
you know, I could never afford a second chance
Jordan: That’s true.
Nick: Better make my advance before the last dance starts to play
you better hold tight
Jordan: You better hold tight
Jordan & Nick: We better hold tight before this flies away
Nick: I kinda like that dress.
Jordan: Don’t get used to it!
Jordan & Nick: flies away