Office Dance.
I look up she looks away , she looks up , I look away
We cannot carry on this way , same old dance from day to day.
She starts to speak, I interrupt, I start to speak, she interrupts
Both drinking from this broken cup, too complicated to say I need you .
I start to move, she moves away, she starts to move, I move away
In a tragic stance I will not now move , she will not move
But moves away .
She starts to hold me, I break away, I start to hold her,
She breaks away ,
We interpret looks in different ways, she thinks I’m going,
I think she’ll stay ,
I think she’s going , she thinks I’ll stay.
The door is open , she’s going to leave, the door is closing,
I’m going to leave
Your complicated eyes are on the road, my troubled indecision
Repels your hand, I’m far too old to understand.
She looks down, I look away, I look down, she looks away
We cannot go on this way, same looking down from day to day ,
complicated indecisions made ,
Complex thoughts running astray
Silences side by side
Crossroads where I cannot hide
Lets meet again
Some other day.
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John Coopey
Fri 7th Dec 2012 16:15
Enjoyed this, Mick.
Better for being spoken over the backtrack.
On another front - a word to the wise. Try Lynx.