Midnight Dynamo

Shadows stretching on the avenue Flashing beacons of a golden hue Iron towers reaching for the clouds Lost inside the rhythm of the roaring crowds Turn up the heat when the sun goes low Feel the current starting up to glow Nothing can stop what we came to find Leaving all the heavy weight far behind Neon flickers on the wet cement Counting every single hour spent Morning's coming but we hold the night Burning steady in the flashing light