Alone at a corner table,
she was watching me watching her.
I was sing'en about an old flame burning,
she was hanging on to every word.
Vs2.
I was pouring out my feelings,
she was pouring out the wine.
Through the smoke and the beer,it was perfectly clear,
that we were touching each others minds.
It was love ten feet away.
Imagine her in my arms, with that look on her face.
Lying somewhere in some shadowy place.
It was love just ten feet away.
Vs.3
I just knew my clos'en song would do it,