Hollow Jubilee - Johnathan Rice

How my fingers found you so quickly in the dark

Hardly strictly business, speaking from the heart

On the bathroom sink, I lifted up your skirt

How was I to know just how badly I’d get hurt?

Everyone was talking backwards, drowning on their feet

I noticed how the rose was clenched too tightly in your teeth

We were spoiling for a fight, the special way we’d flirt

I dragged you to the garden, we did it in the dirt

You pretend to be you, I’ll pretend to be me

And I’ll see you at the hollow jubilee

In a post-orgasmic haze, sometimes some truth escapes

When the pressure is relieved, one can relive the better days

When we were as one, you thought I was too young

Now sometimes you feel something else when the chill of evening comes

You pretend to be you, I’ll pretend to be me

Hiding at the hollow jubilee

Our loves lies in repose and everybody knows

You weave the fabric of your life into your onstage clothes

I always pictured you and me growing old disgracefully

Now I see the club’s sold out and there’s no room for me

There’s a blindfold for you and a mirror for me

Hanging at the hollow jubilee

So, you pretend to be you, I’ll pretend to be me

When I see you at the hollow jubilee