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 tomorrows 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 tomorrows personnel