City nights
The breeze lifts my hair as I turn
Much longer now than it was before
Another night is following
The pounding beat of the club ahead beckoning
But I can feel the other nights in step behind
It will be the same but different
And before goes...
Stage lights flash off of studs and piercings
Leather and cigarettes permeate the air
Thick on your tongue
Mouth like an ash tray even when you haven’t taken a drag
The floor up ahead is alive
The heart of the room onstage
Throw everything aside
Dive into the middle of a mass of limbs
Thrashing and dancing to a jack knife of a voice
Losing yourself and finding it again
When you fall they will pick you up
When you crash it doesn’t hurt
When you’re there you’re free
...Turning and smiling into those nights one more time
A wink and a step into a new space
A new beat
A new freedom awaiting
And dive in
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
City nights
The breeze lifts my hair as I turn
Much longer now than it was before
Another night is following
The pounding beat of the club ahead beckoning
But I can feel the other nights in step behind
It will be the same but different
And before goes...
Stage lights flash off of studs and piercings
Leather and cigarettes permeate the air
Thick on your tongue
Mouth like an ash tray even when you haven’t taken a drag
The floor up ahead is alive
The heart of the room onstage
Throw everything aside
Dive into the middle of a mass of limbs
Thrashing and dancing to a jack knife of a voice
Losing yourself and finding it again
When you fall they will pick you up
When you crash it doesn’t hurt
When you’re there you’re free
...Turning and smiling into those nights one more time
A wink and a step into a new space
A new beat
A new freedom awaiting
And dive in
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