If we turned up the volume to play to the crowd.
If we were playing our music so it would shake the ground.
It would echo around these walls but never venture out.
Because we're dead end people with a dead end sound.

So if you ever happen to stumble across us
wont you make us your little secret.
And we will whisper the words through your headphones
so no one else can hear it.
Because we still play, just the same to an empty room.
So if you ever happen to stumble across us,
welcome to the vacuum.

Voices in the void. I think its time to turn it up.

So we'll turn up the volume to play to the crowd.
and we will play ur music so it shakes the ground.
and it will echo around these walls but never venture out.
Because we're dead end people with a dead end sound.

So if you ever happen to stumble across us
wont you make us your little secret.
And we will whisper the words through your headphones
so no one else can hear it.
Because we still play, just the same to an empty room.
So if you ever happen to stumble across us,
welcome to the vacuum.

Show us where we need to go, where people still come to the shows.
We pass like ghosts, invisible, bodiless hosts, ethereal.
Are we all dead? Then you must be to.
We live between the music scenes, spit out the stitches
Fell through the seams.
Now we're floating in space.