Rooftop Wristband Ballroom

Your number's blocked

but your ghost is playing

In a neon jacket

with the seams fraying

On a concrete roof,

three stories high

With a neon sign

spelling out goodbye

You've got that faded yellow wristband on

From a summer festival long since gone

Dancing like the cameras are all turned off

And you're spinning in the dark

To one

working speaker sparks (oh-oh-oh) Underneath a midnight sky

With a truck-stop

kind of high

I keep the silence

like a trophy piece

But the memories never

offer me release

That plastic band is still on your wrist

Glowing in the static

of a sleepless mist

And you're

spinning in the dark

To one

working speaker sparks (oh-oh-oh) Underneath a midnight sky

With a truck-stop

kind of high

Just a blocked number...

Spinning on the roof... (ooh-ooh)