At what point are you going to stop? You're messing with me and my life, stop doing that.
Your black eyes move around the disco looking for mine, and I know you want to talk.
You dance like your body is trying to find mine, but I just don't care. Or I act like I don't care...
And in the moment it's all silent, you waited for me two times, trying to say something without words.
But I'm proud of myself I didn't talk to you first. The gazes and the feeling of looking for you all night, I have to work on that...
