歌词
Closing time, a feast for the eyes as the lights begin to glow
It wont be long til I write a song that you'll know
There's a sea of skin tonight
Desperation haunts the air like moth to light from
Rival boys who hunt in packs
With identikit hair and over-kempt beards, with smiles wiped off their faces at
Closing time, a feast for the eyes as the lights begin to glow
It wont be long til I write a song that you'll know
She's familiar but we've not met
I've been searching around to find myself new pets
And in her the bill is fit
She's been making her eyes
So it's no surprise when I find myself with her at
Closing time, a feast for the eyes as the lights begin to glow
It wont be long til I write a song that you'll know
It's a darwinistic text-book example in fullest form
Of attraction impending the senses
Oh woah oh oh oh oh
With my keys in the door
Her bags on the floor and the victory ritual commences
Before being replaced with a feeling of mild dis-interest
Closing time, a feast for the eyes as the lights begin to glow
It wont be long til I write a song that you'll know
You maintain opposition to other boys wishing
To make you aware of intentions through staring
And it wont be long til I'm writing songs about you