[Verse 1] Velvet rope... a whispered joke... Wrong side... of the smoke. Sorting hats... drawing maps... Who gets in... and who's trapped. [Chorus ] Different shades... in the gloom... A self-made... room... A glass to "Us"... and to "Them"... A bitter hymn. [ Solo - .] [Verse 2 -] Check arrives... split the bill... "Who's got the will?" You see a system... rotten core... I see a tide... outside the door... [Chorus] Dancing on... a fractured floor... Barring up... the door. [guitar solo] [Bridge - Vocal, almost a whisper, over a single repeated piano chord] Bassist walks... a lonely line... Between your space... and mine... What's left to prove... In this groove... [Outro - Vocal returns, fragmented, over the dissolving band] Finish the round... On our own side of town... Two tribes... ...in a cool... ...blue... ...sound... {end} {end}
