Too wired from the whole weekend to even pretend I'm sleeping, so I'm on the roof with just a sheet between me and the skyline. You'd stay up here with me, wouldn't you?
Too wired from the whole weekend to even pretend I'm sleeping, so I'm on the roof with just a sheet between me and the skyline. You'd stay up here with me, wouldn't you?
DUALISM pulled me out to about blank and my so-called cooling-off break in the courtyard lasted exactly one song — the mesh is not helping either. Come find me before the next drop?
Eighteen-hour open-air and I'm only halfway through it — the Italo set has me spinning and sunrise is still just a rumor. Come find me before the sun does?
Else is closing its open-air season tonight and I've been stood here for twenty minutes holding the same dress against myself like it'll decide for me. Sunrise is eight hours away and I intend to use all of them — walk me there?
Out before the city's even properly awake — my legs still remember last night's bass and now they want their own kind of rhythm. Tell me you'd keep pace with me.
Berlin's sliding past the taxi window and Electric Monday's already open, but I'm in no rush to get there — not when the city looks this good from the back seat. Coming along for the ride?
Sunday run done and the streets are still empty — just me, my breathing, and the knowledge that the open-airs start in a few hours. Still got all this energy and nowhere to put it. Want to help with that?
Took the long way back along the water and my legs still won't slow down — something about knowing what tonight is. Care to keep up?
The shadows at the edge of the dance floor are thicker than I thought and the bass won't let me keep my hands to myself. Going to come find me before someone else does?
Everyone else is settling into their week and I'm on my second Aperol, already dressed for a night that doesn't start for hours. You'd come sit with me, wouldn't you?