Ms PeachyBreeks
Bluelighter
Can't shake the feeling from my back
Hairs stand up on the back of my neck
Hearing songs in a euphoric phase
Looking back - can't remember quite what they were
Hugging friends, hugged back
Strange paranoia sometimes as I danced
On top of speakers
On chairs
Strange world, strange times
Don't want to leave it behind
Meeting the love of my life
Losing him
Taking the first love drug and swallowing it whole
Overwhelmed by the feelings inside of me
Laughing like a mad woman as I run up and down the floor
Watching people holding hands
Locked at the lips
Held at the hips
Unable to see through a cloudy grey of smoke
The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfume and sometimes dope
Still invades my nostrils and veins
Still the music and the atmosphere assaults my head
Sends a shiver down my spine
No recollection of what happened when the euphoria hit me
Apart from smiles
I miss that now
It's not the same
Although it's all gone
Replaced by something commercial
Where we with our love drugs and big hugs
Are no longer meant to be part of the scene
And when we see the club
It is only in our dreams
Dedicated to the Colosseum Posse...
Hairs stand up on the back of my neck
Hearing songs in a euphoric phase
Looking back - can't remember quite what they were
Hugging friends, hugged back
Strange paranoia sometimes as I danced
On top of speakers
On chairs
Strange world, strange times
Don't want to leave it behind
Meeting the love of my life
Losing him
Taking the first love drug and swallowing it whole
Overwhelmed by the feelings inside of me
Laughing like a mad woman as I run up and down the floor
Watching people holding hands
Locked at the lips
Held at the hips
Unable to see through a cloudy grey of smoke
The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, perfume and sometimes dope
Still invades my nostrils and veins
Still the music and the atmosphere assaults my head
Sends a shiver down my spine
No recollection of what happened when the euphoria hit me
Apart from smiles
I miss that now
It's not the same
Although it's all gone
Replaced by something commercial
Where we with our love drugs and big hugs
Are no longer meant to be part of the scene
And when we see the club
It is only in our dreams
Dedicated to the Colosseum Posse...
