There's None Of That
Kenny Anderson, Jon Hopkins
You know when hands touch
And there's that spark
Of electrical something or other?
Well there's none of that
Knowing looks across a room
Knowing we've a long time loving
We share none of those
Hunting out each other's eyes
No matter the gathering sighs of dullards
There's none of that, no
Backing each other's maudlin careers
Suppressing fears and jeers
There's none of that neither
Giving up before we get a start
Backpedalling, excuses, amending
There's plenty of that
Backstabbing, new-blood sampling
Eye-opening wisecracks
There's plenty of those