We are in a band, but its nothing serious.
Me and my friends sit in the room,
Adoring the music thats so precious,
Yet we can't escape the gloom.

Tinted windows and tinted eyes,
Our favorite bands playing so alive,
Outside gives us our inspiration,
Ridged condensation.

Anthony on the guitar,
David must have rewired,
Always I write the prose,
But that's just how it goes...