Lyrics Johnny Foreigner - Absolute Balance

[Verse 1]
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 your heart
Yeah, I'm all for local history
Three things I'll remember:
Her pasta was shit, she left with a CD still playing
And you, you always threw your arms around me in your sleep

[Bridge]
See that girl in the left hand corner?
I said, you see that guy? His love story is famous

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 2]
Break hard
Every breath that showed
Every step I missed
I've had to make you brighter
I remember that night clearly now
I turned up, why the hell are we drinking out?
Holding hands and losing touch
I said it, I said it, I said it, I'm walking away