Angels Comsat The Eye Dance
Was it my imagination,
Working over time again
Or did we make a strange connection
Just then
Some things are never spoken
Some things are never done
But if we could forget our manners
Just once
If I asked you what would you do
Would you think it over
We see strange things every day
Would you think it over
Some things changed in your expression
Maybe I should explain
'Cos it could be my imagination
Again
