Have you ever thought about how many people think about you? It’s so bizarre. Imagine someone - out of the blue - thinking of your face. Something happens; they remember you. Your favorite song; how you dress; the way you talk; the look in your eyes when you are happy. They remember that about you, even if you haven’t seen each other in years. Everything in life is a reminder of a person, a place, a moment. You may think you have forgotten, but you haven’t.
What a night for a dance, you know I’m a dancing machine
With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night so high I don’t want to come down
To face the loss of the good thing that I’ve found
In the dark of the night I could hear you calling my name
With the hardest of hearts I still feel full of pain
So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if you’re ever around
Even though it was me who drove us right in the ground
Sitting on your throne
And praying with the fireball,
And posted it up against the wall
I just wanna hold you
Take you by your hand
And tell you that you’re good enough
Tell you that it’s gonna be tough "