Glass Toast Handoff

Cold frame, a steady eye Double-checking the line Watching the exit light

Security guard with a debt to collect

Checking the cards, checking them twice

Plastic cup raised to a heavy silence

Everyone freezes under the ice

He watches the door like it owes him gold

(watching you) One more look and the story is told

Raise your cup to the quiet room! (yeah!)

We are dancing on the edge of the gloom!

IDs in his hand,

a cold glass stare

No one is moving,

nobody goes anywhere (hahahaha)

Watching the door... (shhh)