[Intro ] Under a cinderblock ceiling, neon bleeding into smoke, A busted amp remembers every time we nearly broke. Crowd like a tide, pulse in the plywood floor— We light another cigarette and lace up for more. [Verse 1] Tom with the crooked grin, thumb tucked in a dented Zippo, Leather collar up, vinyl scar on his favorite demo. He hums in half-remembered lines, a riff stuck in his teeth, Plays truth like a rusty blade, never modest, never brief. Leo who never learns to quit — chipped watch, callused thumb, Keeps a list of leaving notes in the pocket of his denim. He bets on second chances, blows smoke through open doors, Counts the fingerprints on promises, collects them by the scores. Rae with the pocket map, compass tattoo on her wrist, She pockets old ferry tickets like talismans of risk. A folded plan in lipstick script — start at midnight, end at dawn, She traces routes on skylines where every street leads on. [Pre-Chorus ] Strings tension tight, words hang like a fuse, Heartbeat steady drum, there's honey in the bruise. We push against the quiet, call it by its name— Tonight we wager everything, and sing through the flame. [Chorus ] Three Idiots — burn the night! (Three Idiots — burn the night!) Three Idiots — burn the night! (Post-chorus tag — shout: Burn the night!) [Verse 2] Tom steals the spotlight with a crooked, careless grin, Sings of parking lot confessions and a band of second wins. He keeps a dented Fender, strings like tight wire rope, Plays every faded chorus like it's the only hope. Leo's got a ledger of the nights he should have fled, Matches struck on cheap lighters, names tattooed in lead. He laughs at all the exits, steps back into the ring, Kicks over the safety net like it's a stifling thing. Rae folds maps into whispers, tucks loss into her sleeve, She reads the skyline's Morse like the only truth she believes. Leaves the station at midnight with her pockets full of plans, Maps the scars on her palm and the future in her hands. [Pre-Chorus ] Feel the amp behind us, hum like a held-in prayer, Tension tastes electric, ozone in the air. No rehearsals for the falling — we improvise the fight, Three stubborn hearts syncing to the same reckless light. [Chorus ] Three Idiots — burn the night! (Three Idiots — burn the night!) Three Idiots — burn the night! (Post-chorus tag — shout: Burn the night!) [Bridge — Breakdown / Gritty] (Guitar drops to palm-muted, snare like a heartbeat. Each line traded, raw.) Tom: "I keep a cigarette stub and a ticket stubbed in my shoe—" Leo: "I keep a list called 'Sorry' but the ink won't see it through—" Rae: "I keep a map of exits but I draw the roads anew—" (Together, three-part trade:) Tom: "Crooked grin, stolen grin —" Leo: "Worn-out soles, stubborn soles —" Rae: "Pocket maps, wild maps — we stitch the holes." (Instrumental swell — guitars open up, drums roll like distant thunder) [Bridge — Vocal Trade / Rally] Tom (call): "When the lights go hazy and the script runs dry—" Leo (answer