Too Late to the Party

I came too late to the party The floor still smells of sweat and love Echoes ringing in the rafters But no one left to shove Confetti lies like corpses Paper ghosts of joy and screams A kingdom built on thunder Now sleeping in its dreams I missed the noise, the holy mess The crash of light, the pounding chest Too late to rage, too late to scream But I still came, I still believe Even ruins hold the beat Of hearts that lived beyond defeat Banners torn and colors fading Cup stains in a ring of might I trace the footprints of the faithful Who disappeared into the night There's beer dried on the speakers Like relics in a shattered shrine The clock says it's all over But I'm not done this time I missed the fire, the sweat-soaked trance The sacred wildness, primal dance Too late to crash, too late to burn But every echo helps me learn That silence, too, can testify To where the gods of joy did cry So I kneel down on this sticky floor Whisper thank you to the storm Though I was late, I still was called By something loud, something raw Party hard beyond the veil Raise the dead, undo the pale Every heartbeat, every sound Still shakes the underground I'm here - I showed - I feel This party was real