Desolate Disco by Fionn Baker (Poem/Lyrics) - Work In Progress

Apocalyptic

The place, our home

So cataclysmic

Still existing but gone, alone

 

Makes me wanna dance till I die 

Take the tears I'm gonna shake 'em dry

In ecstasy, in reverie

Remembering those memories

We can't go to a Desolate Disco

So close, so far away

We can't go to a Desolate Disco

It's okay, okay

 

We can't go to a Desolate Disco

So close, so far away

We can't go to a Desolate Disco

It's okay, okay