Strangers that reunite
In a dark, smokey room
Held in by vibrating walls of delight
No rules, no restraints
No wrongs no rights

Covering one nostril
I inhale snowy white
Excitement kicks in the back of my throat
Leaving my speech tight

No need for words
No need for fights

Passing along the peace pipe
We all breathe in the night

And as high as a kite
We take off, into flight
A heaving dance floor
Getting ready to ignite

All tuned in
To Friday night