[Intro — rolling bass, distant room noise] Everybody looks different after midnight. [Beat enters] [Verse 1] There's a woman by the doorway laughing half a second late. Man beside her keeps on smiling like somebody told him to wait. Couple dancing in the corner never looking at each other. Everybody here looks normal— if I don't look too long. [Pre-Chorus] Something's off. I feel it. Little cracks behind their eyes. Everybody's acting human. Everybody's wearing lies. [Chorus] People are strange tonight. Faces changing under flashing lights. Everybody moves just a little out of time. People are strange tonight. Something isn't sitting right. Maybe it's the room. Maybe it's the wine. Maybe everybody's strange tonight. [Bass-heavy instrumental groove] [Verse 2] Bartender said my name before I ever told him mine. Girl beside me stared too long, then swore she never looked my way. Every mirror catches movement half a heartbeat after me. And I swear the room goes silent every time I try to leave. [Pre-Chorus] Something's wrong. I know it. Every smile is stretched too wide. Everybody keeps pretending. Everybody knows I'm right. [Chorus] People are strange tonight. Faces changing under flashing lights. Everybody moves just a little out of time. People are strange tonight. Something isn't sitting right. Maybe it's the room. Maybe it's the wine. Maybe everybody's strange tonight. [Instrumental — warped bass, distorted violin, percussion slipping slightly off-beat] [Verse 3 — more intimate, increasingly fragmented] Why's that woman staring? Why'd she turn away? Why does everybody leave when I decide to stay? Why's the music slowing when the beat is still the same? Why does every stranger here look like they know my name? [Beat strips down] Wait. No. I've seen that face before. [Build] [Bridge] Different room. Different night. Same cold feeling. Same bright lights. Different people. Same expression. Same suspicion. Same reflection. [Silence] Reflection. [Low bass returns] Oh. [Final Chorus — quieter at first] People aren't strange tonight. They're just dancing underneath the lights. Nobody's moving out of time. People aren't strange tonight. Maybe they were always fine. Maybe it's the way I've been looking through my eyes. [Beat intensifies] People aren't strange. People aren't strange. People aren't— [Pause] It's me. [FINAL BASS GROOVE] [Outro — calm, almost amused] Everybody looks different after midnight. Apparently— so do I.
