That Night - ATMOSPHERE

Don’t even know if I can write this song

Caught on a beam between right and wrong

Gotta keep forward, keep straight

For the sake of why we stay awake all night long

It’s not up for interpret

Paranoid of exploiting the verdict

But in the same breath

I got thoughts that I wanna express and let surface

This ain’t for props or the pop culture

It’s about a balloon that got punctured

The sunshine’s fun till it burns someone

And we all got burnt that summer

She was sixteen

Another young angel with clipped wings

She came to the shows, but I never met her

Don’t even know if she was listening

That night, we lost a supporter

That night, somebody lost a daughter

He raped and killed her at the venue

Can’t comprehend what her friends must have went through

That night, the sun went dark

Now watch everyone on the tour bus fall apart

That night, Lord have mercy

The music died that night in Albuquerque

Stop, it can’t be true, right?

This type of real doesn’t happen to you, right?

Cresent, Murs, Dibbs, Jaybird

I wanna go home now and start a new life

Wish I could protect the kids

I guess safety is hit or miss

With a prior convicted sex offense against

A four year old, why we let you live?

Don’t know what I’m trying to write

But there’s a part of me that keeps dying that night

And when I think about her mother

I become another number that wants you to suffer

You’re locked up for now

You have no more chances to steal the children’s laughs

And if you ever find God

Better pray to her and ask that we never cross paths