As I focus on you gently you make my eyes bleed
In the best possible way
Nothing can get between us except the music
And all the people in the way
All the party people are arty people
And I'm feeling out of place
So I go for a smoke and lo and behold
There you are in all your grace
You ask for a cigarette I ask for a light
We find ourselves talking and we get on alright
At least well enough to keep us standing outside
We started with some awkward moves on the kitchen floor
But it soon became a dance floor
With my bloodied eyes I could see for mil...