The story
He keeps dancing under lights that never warm him.
He moves through a room lit like a fairground, caught between neon flashes and the dark edges beyond them. Whatever he reaches for keeps slipping just out of frame, and the bright glow only makes the loneliness sharper. When the music fades, he is still standing there, lit up and left behind.
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.