in the night all by yourself, with some tunes in the background to hit you with the memories, they all seem very real you'd thought they would simply disappear, but a lot of time has gone by since and now here you are where even the walls have ears, having heard many stories over the years so what's it going to be tonight? 'hold my hand', says the hour hand to the minute hand of the wall clock, tick tock! as time seems to pause and you deep dive into the music, lyrics and instruments with their own ups and downs, yet in perfect coherence the harmony taking you places, feels like a nightcap for some midnight nostalgia coming back, you snap out of it as the sound waves fade way in distance 'well, that was a nice little adventure... onto the next one!', your mind goes.
an ode to a little midnight nostalgia induced by great music.