Front Row Flame

Let's go! Turn it up You see the glitter first You miss the work they do Six AM on the load-in Last one out with you Tape on the floor, one more cue Hands in the air, then run They map the whole damn runway Before the first drop comes Count it down They lock it in Eyes up now Here we spin Not just a pose Not just a frame They move this crowd They own this flame Hands up, front row flame More than a pretty name Hands up, front row flame They build the whole dance stage Front row flame Lift us up, make it shake Hands up, front row flame They are the pulse, not the paint Flags cut through the smoke Like storms in perfect time Crews on the riser edge Turn chaos into shine Every spin is a signal Every line has weight They carry the whole weekend Through heat and hours of wait Count it down They lock it in Eyes up now Here we spin Not just a pose Not just a frame They move this crowd They own this flame Hands up, front row flame More than a pretty name Hands up, front row flame They build the whole dance stage Front row flame Lift us up, make it shake Hands up, front row flame They are the pulse, not the paint When the bass drops low, they hold the line When the lights go out, they still outshine From the side, from the top, from the pit to the sky Every face in the swing says we don't just arrive Hands up, front row flame More than a pretty name Hands up, front row flame They build the whole dance stage Front row flame Lift us up, make it shake Hands up, front row flame They are the pulse, not the paint Front row flame Not a backdrop, not a frame Hands up, front row flame They set the whole night ablaze