A sense of expectation hanging in the airGiving out a sparkAcross the room your eyes are glowing in the darkAnd here we go again, we know the start, we know the endMaster
sof the scene
Feeling mighty proudI see you leave your table, pushing through the crowdI'm really glad you came, you know the rules, you know the gameMaster of the sceneVoulez-vous?Take it now or leave itNow is all we getNothing promised, no regrets
Oh come on. I'm supposed to know a Norwegian band am I? Or music from this century? I'm 45 - get over it.