at their least
they were silhouettes building
notes out of the crimson fog
slowly swallowing the stage
but all the rest of the night
the bass taught my heart
a new beat pushing
its throbbing hand deep
into my chest and demanding
life and breath
guitars riddled my skin
piano keys pulsating in my fingertips
and the drums
the drums made me dance
up and down and
with my hands in the air
like some wild crazy lover
have you ever heard
three thousand people singing
their voices all rising
heated in the night
its not our faults
if we forget the laws of physics
they abandoned us first
on a scale of one to
netherlands
how dutch is my sweater?
i'd say it's a solid Amsterdam.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 1:25 PM UTC
at their least
they were silhouettes building
notes out of the crimson fog
slowly swallowing the stage
but all the rest of the night
the bass taught my heart
a new beat pushing
its throbbing hand deep
into my chest and demanding
life and breath
guitars riddled my skin
piano keys pulsating in my fingertips
and the drums
the drums made me dance
up and down and
with my hands in the air
like some wild crazy lover
have you ever heard
three thousand people singing
their voices all rising
heated in the night
its not our faults
if we forget the laws of physics
they abandoned us first
on a scale of one to
netherlands
how dutch is my sweater?
i'd say it's a solid Amsterdam.
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