PHONES DOWN

One rule on this floor tonight

Hands up. Phones down.

Put your phones down, put your hands up

You can't hold the night in a little glass cup

Phones down, hands up

If you're filming it, you're missing it, so give it up

Put your phones down, put your hands up

Look me in the eye when the bass line drops

Phones down, hands up

Be here, be here, be here

I used to hang the lights above a crowd like you

Forty feet up with a wrench and a view

Saw a thousand little screens where the faces should be

So I built me a room where the people are free

Nobody's watching, nobody's keeping score

Sweat on the ceiling, shoes on the floor

Pockets. Put it in your pockets.

Look at the person next to you.

That's who you came with. That's who you leave with.

Hands. Up. Now.

Put your phones down, put your hands up

You can't hold the night in a little glass cup

Phones down, hands up

If you're filming it, you're missing it, so give it up

Be here, be here, be here

Tomorrow you'll remember how the kick drum felt

Not the forty second clip that you never rewatched yourself

Strangers turning into friends by the second song

That's the only kind of proof that you need you belonged

Last time I'm asking.

Pockets.

Hands. Up. Now.

Put your phones down, put your hands up

You can't hold the night in a little glass cup

Phones down, hands up

Look me in the eye when the bass line drops

Phones down, hands up

Be here, be here, be here