The story
He moves before the hurt can catch up.
He stays on his feet all night, letting the floor lights and a stubborn beat keep him moving while the damage waits in the quiet. Every turn buys another second, every grin hides the crack, but when the song ends and the room goes still, the ache is right there beside the empty glass.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.