Jazz Songtext
von Jimmy Maddon

Crowded place, hear no face
Over music and the fog
See your wrist, connected fingertips
Pointing at me
Pulling me in with a subtle flick
The glowing in your eyes
Slowly matches mine


Hair cascades casting shadows
Across your face
Asking questions with no answer
Take a seat upon my knee
We′ll fall in love for an hour
But when it's time to go don′t go home
So we can continue creating
This debortuous love disaster

Art deco furniture starts to look
Amber because sun is rising
And your hand I'm still holding
Blow me a kiss and I'll catch
And smash it on my lips
Lean in for the real thing but

You′re not what I′m after but you look a lot like her
And maybe this is as close as I'll be
I′ve got something to ask but I can't help but feel
Like Delboy when he falls through the bar

Can I call you her name?
Can I call you her name?
Can I call you her name?
Can I call you her name?