Lost Opportunity

Cheesy songtext #2, geschreven in jazzbars en treinen, in het zwoele najaar van 2013. Heel lichtjes gebaseerd op Jonathan Coe's The House Of Sleep, die ik toen heb herlezen. Niet cliché- of stroopvrij, maar zet er gitaren en drums op en je hebt een nieuw poprockhitje.

Sitting closely wedged together

Her boot stroking my shoe

Will tonight get any better

Does she like me too

If bottles were thermometers

It'd get pretty cold (but)

No way to ignore the heat with

Her hands getting bold

And her audacity

Will bring me to my knees

And spread this cruel disease

That's called desire

Fire's all stirred up in me
And in her eyes infinity
Will cast aside these doubts and hide
Objections raised by insecurity
Security, security, security

No one ever died of trying
At least that's what I'm told
Her blue eyes they aren't lying
They stop making me feel old
She's shockingly beautiful, it's true
She's really got me hooked, alright
What else is there left for me to do
Than to stay with her all night

And her audacity

Will bring me to my knees

And spread this cruel disease

That's called desire

Fire's all stirred up in me
And in her eyes infinity
Will cast aside these doubts and hide
Objections raised by insecurity
Security, security, security

Dancing on the edge of a glass
Waiting for the moment to pass
Too drunk on red wine and jazz
Feeling like a beaten carcass

If I had just held her real tight
Would have been the king of the world
What paralysed me that night?
Everything is such a blur

And her audacity
Has brought me to my knees
Goddamn this foul disease
That's called desire
Fire burned holes inside of me
But instead I could not see
I turned to stone, wound up alone
Me and me long lost opportunity