Disaster Button Snow Patrol

A little after twelve
The function suite was full
Of people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs
Confettied on the floor
It dawned on me I'd seen it all before

Cool your beans my son
You look a fucking mess
No one's getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
And we'll lose our minds to all our favourite songs

Throw forward to later
You look light on your feet
When you whirled in the room
I was nailed to my seat

I'm like a prisoner
Getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands
And the threat in your walk