Wednesday

Like the city lights smoke in my throat.
Yeah, I'm feeling hazy.
Feel the pulse, feel the pull.
Don't let go.
We move slow through the middle of the week,
Hearts beat low in the rhythm that we see.
Concrete jungle, a muted blue,
This deep house sound is pulling me through.
Forget the Monday,
Forget the Tuesday pain; just let the bass line wash it away,
Wash it away.
It's Wednesday night, we own the dark; it's Wednesday night,
Hollow spark.
Drums fill the wind, hollow Wednesday.