You look unhappy, lost in this room,
Echoes of silence, a muted tune.
Fading laughter, shadows of gloom,
Smokey eyes, Endless monsoon
City whispers, the neon glows,
Concrete dreams and restless souls.
Midnight tales, streetlights cry,
Your life is a mess, but you don’t know why.
But when the music starts,
The mood takes flight.
We dance freely,
Hail to the night
Written by Sander Carree
© 2025