You Got Me Moving

[Verse ] The strobe cuts the air into a thousand static frames. Electric blue, violet shadows, the smell of dry ice and expensive sweat. I’m watching the smoke curl around the rafters, but I’m really looking for you. Are you leaning against the bar, or are you just the way the light hits that stranger’s shoulder? My pulse is syncing to the kick drum - one, two, one, two. It’s deafening in here, but I only hear your name in the static. I see your silhouette in the peripheral, but when I turn, you’ve dissolved into the rhythm. You’re a…