Encounter.
Keys. Flashlight.
We’re going out tonight.

Your laugh cuts through as the engine starts,
Flashlight, phone, and a racing heart.
First code hidden by the parking sign,
You read it out to the crew on the line.
A name and a number, a store out of town,
You turn the bass up, I roll the window down.

Every clue takes us further in,
I feel that pull underneath my skin.
Somewhere a bassline is shaking the floor,
We haven’t found it — I already want more.

One more code, one more door,
One more rush — I need a little more.
Follow the clues through the neon glow,
There’s a night beneath the one we know.

More, more,
I need a little more.
More, more,
Let it shake the floor.

Corner store at the end of the street,
Next clue printed on a crumpled receipt.
Ink on the back, a number in red,
“Two streets over,” somebody said.
A steel door rattles with the beat,
I feel the bass come up through my feet.
You knock twice, and the lock slides free —
A whole other world where a wall used to be.

One more code, one more door,
One more rush — I need a little more.
Follow the clues through the neon glow,
There’s a night beneath the one we know.

Last code cracked.
We’re in.
Turn it up.

One more code, one more door,
One more rush — I need a little more.
Let the whole world wait outside,
We’re going where the good nights hide.

Encounter.
One more rush.
I need a little more.