Dust On the Dancefloor

The tide behind the eyes that never shut

The restless legs that never loosen up

Oh the sweet smell of the blood

Though the heart aches she was not made to love

Another summer wasted on a boy



When shadows leech the colour from your skin

And team by team we split and start again

Let the old, cracked mirror-ball

Spread the spotlight from the bar to the door

And visualise the roles you never played



Brave words die on your lips

In the wake of relationships

Eternal passers by

With the reek of repeat on our hides

But we're reaching out from every fall

Relief

Beneath

The dust on the dancefloor



Reflecting now his life is where he sits

An epitaph falls flat between dry lips

What a great day for demise

What a long road I have walked, just to die

To fall apart the way that people do