Dancefloor

In my mind I think I'm still on the Dancefloor
You look at me like i've never seen you before.
Like a wind farm up on a hill you're an eyesore
you add up to more than all of the horrors that I saw.

The people around
are whittled and drowned
and under the sound
of the backing track.
Beneath the lights
appear black and white
and into the night
like an alley cat you go.

Stealing my eyes, a thief in disguise
a welcome surprise in a cowboy hat.
Got to advise, you're nobody's prize
to summarise what you're looking at.

In my mind I think i'm still on the dancefloor
dancing the mashed potato to your underscore
spending more than I could ever account for
Have you taken a shine to me or..

About You

The last time you felt the bastard child of the green belt
sitting on the fence in a circle of pretenses.
A room without a view is the best that you can do
there's a hairdressers too, but they'll only do a crew cut.

Were you having tea?
Were you having it with me?
Drawing circles on your hot cross buns just to see
if you're as alternative as you always meant to be.
I was always a sucker for a clever conversation.

You catch your reflection in a satellite dish
or in the windows of a passing car.
Millions of people want to risk it for a biscuit
but they never really got very far.