Lying in the dark
Waiting for us to be in bed
In the living-room
Headphones on
You play your best records
You don't need the light
Even with your eyes closed you know the button
For the record to rotate
For the stylus to crack
For the music in your head
You know all the intros
And the lyrics by heart
Decibels draw green waves on the player
Reaching red
When the singer goes too high
When the drums are too loud
When the music fills your head
You rise
Night has emptied the city
You stare at the palmtrees shaking
Wind comes from prehistory
We're asleep
You seek a message from the palm moves
Something useful for the future
Night tells you you're gonna be someone
Standing in the dark
You listen
