Down on Curtain Road
I went looking for a little experience
Among the Mohawks and the plastic glasses
A basement and condensation
The Sunday shakers, the last chance takers
Monday looming, everybody weaving
Girlfriends and soft-edged boys
The all-night stragglers

I take a step into a ritual of strangers
Lift myself out of myself
And join a temporary family
In a liminal collusion

Running with the front runners
Running with the front runners

Outside the roads are emptying
The wind is in the scaffolding
The Vietnamese is closing
The big lofts are going up
Ten years on the frontier
Then the licenses stop coming in
Police raids on the building
The wind is in the scaffolding

I take a step into a ritual of strangers
Lift myself out of myself
And join a temporary family
In a liminal collusion

Running with the front runners
Running with the front runners

Drop the tempo to 118
It's how we celebrate
These are the last days of disco
Until the new days of disco

I take a step into a ritual of strangers
Lift myself out of myself
And join a temporary family
In a liminal collusion
Living on collusion

Running with the front runners
Running with the front runners

Living on the other side
Living on the other side...