High above the empty seats
Perched on top of the balcony
Sits a walking database
With a flask by his feet
Eyes glued to the screen
There's some dust on the reel
And a scratch in some scenes
It's just another night out
For the lonely, oh so lonely projectionist
High above capital city
Near a window seat in apartment 13
Sits our lovely bookworm lead
Watching as extras pass by on the street
With her mind on her studies
And her lips on a drink
It's just another night in
For the lonely, oh so lonely projectionist
The memory
Just lapses and leaps
It's hand held shots and rapid edits
We chase what we love
We spend our nights alone
We chase what we love...