The Music Was Loud That Night
The music was loud that night. And the lights were flickering but bright.
We were hugely surrounded but romantically secluded.
In a club where the music was loud that night, my heart felt light.
We danced at the beats like birds set free, and then drowned shots, one two and three.
Our story was similar to Cinderella’s, it was raining that night and we didnt have umbrellas
As midnight drew closer, we hung on to each other and time stood still, the uneasy loudness indicating the impending peril.
It was right after the clock struck one, the crowd moved, but seemed to move none.
We just stood there, not out bound, appriciating what we had, when there was a deafening striking sound.
Unnecessary panic struck everyone, there was chaos like hell had come undone.
Like satan’s angels, the police flocked in, at the club with the loud music, where everyone seemed prone to sin.
And people moved fast, but could not escape, there was no bypassing hell’s gate
And it had suddenly become an unfortunate doomesday what was originally only a midsummer’s sunday
the music was still loud that night, when the air was suddenly surrounded by fright.
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