The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one
Nothing around for miles
I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture
Chorus
I started something, and forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something, and now I'm not too sure
I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
