Night turned to day, and day to night. We stomped our feet to the tribal bonfire of noise, threw our heads back and howled. We revelled in hedonistic pleasures, caught up in it all. And when we were done, when our hearts beat so fast and loud it hurt our ears and chests, we took the train home and walked back in the dark. All we could hear was the ocean, our path lit up by the moon, a generous floating spotlight in the sky.
Get out, get out, get out of your skin
Look at the comfort you've got yourself in
No time to lose, no time to waste,
Get out of your skin, make haste, make haste.
- Cherry -