ATM Afterglow
(hmmmm) Fluorescent buzz in the elevator box
They want it quiet,
I just watch the clock
Blue screen flickering on my tired face
ATM glow in a lonely place
Turn the dial past the polite line
Yeah we do this every single time (every
time)
We turn the volume up,
break the ceiling down
Standing in the cold light of this empty town
Nothing left to prove,
nothing left to hide
Heavy in the chest,
hollow deep inside (yeah)
Bad music playing till we drowned it out
No more whispers, we don't have to shout
Just counting digits under paper skies
Another night under the pale disguise
We turn the volume up,
break the ceiling down
Standing in the cold light of this empty town
Nothing left to prove,
nothing left to hide
Heavy in the chest,
hollow deep inside
ATM glow...