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