[Intro: degraded club ambience, distant kick drum, detuned witch-house synth, muted guitar harmonics] [Instrumental pickup: live bass enters with a loose neo-soul groove; drums stay restrained] [Verse 1: intimate, low baritone, rhythmic talk-singing; sparse Rhodes, bass and dry drums] Amsterdam West some stranger’s kitchen You say, “Come on” I don’t ask where No coat wrong shoes last train gone [Brief stop — instruments cut except bass] Perfect [Groove returns, slightly heavier] Three clubs later glitter in the sink You know the bartender I finish your drink Paradiso spits us back into dawn Someone says, “Home?” [Drums drop out] Not yet [Full groove snaps back] Move on [Pre-Chorus: guitars become more angular; drums tighten; distorted synth rises underneath] No plan no sleep no good excuse You bring the bad idea I make it worse [Half-beat silence] [Chorus: full band, wide guitars, live drums and 808 sub; stacked vocals; simple, forceful hook] Last train gone Perfect Tomorrow can wait We’ve got all night to make one more mistake West to Paradiso no brakes, no shame Turn it up turn it up Tomorrow can wait [Post-Chorus: chant vocals over dirty bass riff; drums become more aggressive] No club is safe no festival gate No reasonable choice survives till eight No club is safe no festival gate Turn it up Tomorrow can wait [Instrumental turn: short syncopated guitar-and-bass unison riff; chopped vocal fragments repeat “wait”] [Verse 2: groove becomes faster and more unstable; broken drum fills and psychedelic guitar details] Psytrance sunrise eyes like satellites Talking to strangers like we’ve known them all our lives Festival wristbands beer across the floor We work the bar then climb across it for more Someone says, “Slow down” [Everything cuts except a distorted kick] “What?” [Breakbeat crashes in] The kick comes back Problem solved Just like that [Chorus: bigger than before; added gang vocals and octave guitar line] Last train gone Perfect Tomorrow can wait We’ve got all night to make one more mistake West to Paradiso no brakes, no shame Turn it up turn it up Tomorrow can wait [Instrumental collapse: tempo feels half-time; guitars disappear; club ambience distorts and slows] [Hospital Break: nearly spoken, dry vocal; only low synth pulse, distant heart-monitor tone and occasional Rhodes note] Then one night the joke stops landing Fluorescent lights same clothes as last night You ask if I’m dying [Full silence] I say, “Not tonight” [Low sub pulse returns] Paper-cup coffee machines in the dark You sit by my bed I sleep by yours No life lessons no tearful scene Just, “You still here?” “Unfortunately.” [Single dry snare hit] “Good.” [Instrumental rebuild: bass slowly returns, then Rhodes, then drums; harmony becomes warmer] [Verse 3: more melodic delivery; groove steadier, lighter and slightly brighter] I take the library you take the map Philippines sunlight new name on your pass Wedding photos then plans change again Portugal next new keys in your hand Dresses in the window tattoos in the back Three front doors and no time to unpack You build a new life like you order a round Quickly loudly then somewhere else in town [Progressive instrumental bridge: 8–12 bars; expressive guitar solo over shifting neo-soul chords, live drums and distorted witch-house synths] [Solo development: start melodic and restrained, then become dissonant and rhythmically fractured] [Bridge: drums reduce to toms and bass pulse; close-mic vocal, playful rather than sentimental] Now we live by different clocks Different streets different after-dark But one bassline and there you are Same raised eyebrow same look at the bar One bad suggestion [Music cuts] “Should we?” [Full-band pickup] Obviously [Final Chorus: biggest section; full live drums, fuzz guitars, Rhodes, 808 sub and layered vocal chants] Last train gone Perfect Tomorrow can wait We’ve got all night to make one more mistake West to wherever no brakes, no shame Turn it up turn it up Tomorrow can wait [Final Post-Chorus: repeat with increasing distortion and overlapping backing vocals] No club is safe no festival gate No one believes us That makes it great Last train gone Perfect Tomorrow can wait [Outro: band abruptly drops away; return to the muted bass groove and distant club ambience from the intro] Someone says, “Home?” [Pause] Not [Final sound: short burst of laughter, tape stop]
