In the darkest hour.

The time is passing in slowmotion
You can even go back and see
her dragging him
him dancing with her,
here in the darkest hour.
You broke the remote
it only plays repeat.
Repeating what you said to the lovers face
through your friends words
Repeating her taking that warm hand,
that touch you in the darkest hour.
The old words echos around the dancefloor
and your new worlds gets lost in this slowmotion.
The seconds ticks slower til it just stands their with you.
Here in the darkest hour.