The Golden Club

An empty club on a busy night
A fading symphony under the soft moonlight
And a bag of old crisps lying in the sand
Waiting for the reach of a hand and
No one's laughing anymore
Not since you slammed that damn door
And walked right out of a dream
Into the harsh reality

The photos on my phone are still there
Although for a while I said I didn't care
All those parties and wine nights and pubs
Aren't worth as much when you get the Golden Club

I suppose it's a sign of the times
That no one reads between the lines
All I could ever see was her smile
Blind love never cares for the style
We had our first date over there
Just next to those wide-eyed stares
From those cynical pricks who doubted the love
And peered down from far up above

The photos on my phone are still there
Although for a while I said I didn't care
All those parties and wine nights and pubs
Aren't worth as much when you get the Golden Club

How many times could we deflect
Those lead arrows in retrospect
Had no idea what we did wrong
But isn't this a fitting epilogue



Credits
Writer(s): Floyd Marsden
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