Ecstatic Friends

Electronic house sounds with hard pumping bass
joined us together, no words to be said;
a DJ mixed and scratched and bent our heads
but sent us up higher to a heavenly place.

Sanity faded to leave no real trace,
inhibitions at home safely tucked up in bed.
Electronic house sounds with hard pumping bass
joined us together, no words to be said.

On the edge of the Courtyard we paused to embrace
but the label of 'mates' was taken as read,
that habit of sex leaving friendship for dead.

We couldn't have taken it to any higher place;
electronic house sounds with hard pumping bass
joined us together, no words to be said.