Lyrics

Here in this town People have parties They fill up rooms With nothing but bodies Maybe the occasional lamp that is left on For there is no excess Allowed in these corners They mill about just like funeral mourners Waiting for someone to tell them Tell them to go [Hook] And in the dark, there's no one waiting For a spark, anticipating [Chorus] This act is an act in itself People take pictures of people who bought it Places they've been to and lives that they've started Abandoned, half finished, left to decay So some may have tasted their bitter defeat They curse and they scorn every stranger they meet Promise themselves they'll leave someday [Hook] And in the dark, there's no one waiting For a spark, anticipating [Chorus] This act is an act in itself [Bridge x2] You hear it every year We've gotta get out of here People play dumb in parts they are handed Standing as still as the scenery stranded Spitting out words they do not mean I don't understand I don't even care The tirednessame why are they there (?) Always rehearsing the same Same awful scene And in the dark, there's someone waiting On their mark, anticipating