Coat Check Nights
(unh, yeah)
My cousin texts a three-minute voice note
Standing in the coat-check line that never moves
He says he's ordering a club soda
He's calling it a night while the speakers groove
Outside there's a rain-warped flyer on the brick
And the bass starts to climb Yeah,
we're running out of time
In the club light,
we find our release
No one's leaving, we just want the peace (yeah,
keep it moving)
(ooh, let the rhythm go)
He's out the door in the cold damp air
Leaving the bassline vibrating on the wall While we stay locked in
the strobe light flare Answering the siren of the deep house call
(just water, calling it a night)