Clap clap, moonlight on your shoulder,
clap clap, heartbeat growing louder;
we’re just sparks in rented sneakers,
burning midnight miles together.
Clap clap, let the city listen,
every echo finds its rhythm;
when your laughter hits the ceiling,
stars lean down to keep the feeling.
Clap clap, future snapping fingers,
yesterday can’t hold the singers;
if the world forgets the chorus,
we’ll teach the dark to sing along—
clap clap, strong.