Dark heavens pierced by a bright skyline,
A thousand twinkling lights,
A million intertwining lives—
It’s all electric, you can feel it.
And he walks past the neon signs,
Dizzyingly slow traffic lines,
Midnight, but everything’s alive—
It’s all hectic, he can feel it.
In a cab, she wonders why
This is only the first time
She’s searched here for the limelight—
It’s all tangible, she can feel it.
For moments they both close their eyes;
The feelings and sounds all seem to collide,
The constant conversation, the chill of the night—
It’s all-encompassing—can you feel it?