Empty Club

I turned up late on a Saturday night

You had your headphones on and the only light

Came from the slow deleted history

I dropped my guard, you can do the same

We can go hard then ease the pain

With tomorrow's DVDs

[00:51.76][01:49.05][01:51.91]Would you do that for me?

[01:56.20]Would you just turn and walk away?

[02:01.00]In an empty club

[02:04.18]Song is the sun

[02:07.19]In the dim light of deleting histories

[02:12.26]Never to be seen again

Now the pylon stance in a tug of war

In every town, feel the chemical roar

Of a congregation leaving in their drawers

As the lights go down on Saturday night

And the fires of Sunday begin their fight

With tomorrow's personnel