Young
night in
Gotham City
high-rise lights
twenty degrees
White shirts
polished shoes
balcony banter
vodka and wine
Old Spice
R & B
sunburnt skin
funnels and fire
Heading in
into Gotham
special deals
free first drink
Sticky dancefloors
foamy mist
Sangria cocktails
down in one
On stage
dancer's cage
robot moves
on the pole
John Travolta
cardboard box
getting hazy
little fish big
Scatman John
Humpin' Around
I'm A Believer
Boom Boom Boom
Catching glances
Looking good
feeling sick
need a drink
Sweaty bodies
losing friends
finding beers
on empty tables
Walking alone
completely lost
chilli kebab
down my shirt
Aimless wandering
dream-like confusion
rising sun
where's the hotel?
Wallet missing
memory wiped
staggering in
sick on floor
Nothing pulled
counting friends
someone sleeping
on my bed
Checking suitcase
finding money
50 pesetas
for another drink
Heading back
back to Gotham
back to the night
when the
time was
young.
