Gruff Rhys-The club

 

But don't build a dance floor on top of a dungeon
And don't forget friends are peace sharing above
People stop to nothing, they want to be seen there
They flock from the valleys into the city
The building looks dinkley, the first sight is pretty
But inside they find our shame and self pity
The dance floor collapses into the dungeon
The dancers descend into different directions
Nobody believes that this is the tension
But ever detached from informations

 

I pull my position from under the rubble
Scraping the dust from under myself