Absolute Balance - Johnny Foreigner

So make of this what you will

So many little shots in the dark

The same records, the same shoes and a smile that almost broke yr heart

Yeah, I’m all for local history

3 things I’ll remember:

Her pasta was shit,

She left with a CD still playing,

And you,

You always threw yr arms around me in yr sleep.

Oooh

See that girl?

In the left-hand corner

I said, you see that guy?

Their love story is famous

Break hard

Every breath that showed

Every step I missed

I’m bound to make it brighter

I remember that night clearer now

I turned up, why the hell are we drinking up?

Holding hands and losing touch

I said it, I said it, I said it

Now I’m walking away