Silent Laughs

Roller rink under the spinning dome

My phone is on silent,

no one's home

Security guard is checking names

Laughing too loud at the ticket games

Under the roller rink lights tonight We spin till the morning gets

too bright

Torn-up tickets on the concrete floor

Nobody wants to go home anymore (ooh-yeah)

He checked my faded ID twice

Cold plastic beneath the heavy lights

Suddenly quiet, he turns away

No more jokes left for him to say

But then he looked up and whispered low

"I used to skate here ten years ago"

Before the fire, before the change

Now the floor feels cold and strange

Under the roller rink lights tonight We spin till the morning gets

too bright

Torn-up tickets on the concrete floor

Nobody wants to go home anymore