The cars leave their trails of hot & cold light inside my head. Like burned-in long exposure pictures. The wheels spin slowly backwards. Strobing in the amber light.
This old feeling, it's new to me. I'm not sure how I should be. I'd tattoo my vow for all to see. To prove how much you mean to me. . A million times said in as many songs.
The way you dance. You move in self romance. And you don't see me watch. The way you dance. Your eyes close in a trance. So you don't see me watching.