The amps stand tall as towers on either end of the stage and we scream as they kill the lights
Now I know why they call them musical giants because as they play they look larger than life
And I don't care about the x's on the back of my hands and knowing I can't imbibe
because I'm loosing myself in pure sensation, this feeling is it's own kind of high.
I can feel the drum thump thump thump in my chest in place of my heart
And the hairs on my head are standing on end, each strand thrumming like the strings of a guitar
I lose myself-
and sing at the top of my lungs
And that's the moment I see you there (In all of your technicolor glory)
And I think that this might be love.