An Ode to Clubbing Pt 2

Weak become Heroes (cont'd)

...The night slowly fades and goes slow motion
All the commotion becomes floating emotions
Same piano loops over
Arms wave eyes roll back and jaws fall open
I see in soft focus
Chatting to this guy in the toilet
Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
These people are for life
Its all back to his place at the end of the night

They could settle wars with this
If only they will
Imagine the worlds leaders on pills
Then imagine the morning after
Wars are causing disastars
Don't talk to me I don't know you
But this is not tommorow and for now I still love ya...

(to be cont'd)

(Acknowledgement: The Streets)