People are talking.

And I feel eyes breaking.

Let the talkers,

do their job.

We can dance alone. 

                                  People are faking.

And I hear glasses breaking.

And I know they're lying.

So leave them talk,

we can do it on our own. 

                                        People are leaving.

I see them leaving,

the city's getting empty.

But it means we can always,

party on our own.