Tomorrow, and you better bring a change of clothes.

So we can sail our laughing pianos along a beam of light.

But im quite alright, hiding tonight.

It had been some time since you'd last seen Alex, he always hid away before big gigs when he was nervous, choosing to hide away in his room to try and calm his mind. You notice its about three hours before your next gig, you decide to go up and check on him. You find him in his room, curled up in the corner of his room. You rush over to him, trying to see what's wrong (you know). He just smiles sadly and looks out of the window.