Серёга Север

A field town girl on a Saturday night, looking for the fight of her life. In the real town world, no one sees me right off, it's all been crazy. Locking rhythm to the beat of her heart, can't she move it into life? She has danced into the danger zone, when the dancer becomes the same. She can't cut to life and act, if the gift becomes the fire. On the wire between will and what will be. She's a maniac, maniac on the floor. And she's dancing like she's never danced before. She's a maniac, maniac on the floor. And she's dancing like she's never danced before.