The Room Remembers
Middle Eastern dubstep track about a hundred strangers turning into one crowd on a single shared beat, and the room holding that rhythm long after everyone's gone.
A hundred hearts walked in here on their own A hundred different clocks, ticking alone Give it one beat, give it one drum Watch a room of strangers turn into one
The room remembers, even after we're gone The room remembers the rhythm we're on Long after the lights come up and we leave Something in this floor still knows how to breathe
Your pulse finds mine before your mind agrees Skin doesn't argue, it moves with the keys Science has a word for what we're feeling now Entrainment, but feel it, don't ask how
The room remembers, even after we're gone The room remembers the rhythm we're on
Nobody taught us, nobody had to say Bodies find bodies, older than any word
The room remembers, even after we're gone The room remembers the rhythm we're on