Must it be so hard?
Where do I need to stand to go before
The queue to The Garden one Friday?
'Are they even from the city?'
I hear several ask and
Hope that they'll leave
The lights make everything a shade of pink
I'm bad at lying
Can't look tough enough
Have my hand in my hair
Night turns to day but everyone's still here
With their ID in hand, gaze on the ground
None are chosen still
We really should leave, but everyone's still here
They have glitter on their cheeks, gaze on the ground
All in a row
Till night turns to day
Under the bridge, there is hope
Pleased to meet whoever I come across
Except myself
And then you placed your hand upon my shoulder
'You look nice in neon light' you said
And I think I lied, and answered too fast
'Please, take me far from any guards'
I'm beginning to see dimly
Planking is cheap
But a bit too indie
Night turns to day but everyone is still here
With their ID in hand, gaze on the ground
None are chosen still
We really should leave, but everyone's still here
They have glitter on their cheeks, Gaze on the ground
All in a row
Till night turns to day
It's eleven O'clock
You think they heard?
Ashamed, but still I ask
'Please, let me go first, before the ev'nin is over'
No, I don't think they heard
Night turns to day but everyone's still here
With their ID in hand, gaze on the ground
Still, none are chosen
We really should leave but everyone's still here
They have glitter on their cheeks, gaze on the ground
All in a row
Till night turns to day