We danced and screamed,
In the rundown park,
until the countdown began,
I watched you from across the crowd,
as you shouted 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Then the new year dawned,
and though the street lamps flickered off
and the world all seemed quiet
our voices could be heard
down alleyways and on street corners,
intoxicated on nigh-time fumes,
giddy with the new years prospects
of happiness and peace and love,
we laughed until the sun rose
and the world no longer seemed silent.
