Better Hold Tight

Could it be 1917?
Have we stepped inside a time machine?
Something out of H. G. Wells
Or another one of Gatsby's spells?

I think I see stars aligning
Or my standards are declining
You're learnin' to spot what you need
When to follow and when to
Keep following

Oh, holding you is like clinging to a cloud
Watch it
I have to hold tight or you might fly away
You know I can't help that I rise above the crowd
And I wouldn't want it any other way
So, you'd better hold tight or I might fly away

Never thought you were my style
Go on, keep me dizzy for a while
Maybe it's the uniform
Woo
Maybe it's the dress I've never worn

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

You'd better hold tight or I might fly away
You might fly away
You know I could never afford a second chance
That's true
Better make my advance before the last dance starts to play

You better hold tight
Mm, you better hold tight
We better hold tight before this flies away
Hey

Ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh

I kinda like that dress
Ooh, don't get used to it

Flies away