Leo Sayer

he sees her at the same time every nightat the mexican discothequeshe gives him french kisseshe gives her french cigarettesthey sit at the same table every timethe lights are lowbut their eyes shinejust digging the music from those sweet soul bands
she keeps him outta fightsholds on to his handhe whispers slowly tonight's the nightmonths of planning so it's gotta be rightunder the table her bag is busting at the seamsshe made sure to bring everything
moonlightingthey're leaving everythingmoonlightingthey're losing all their friendsmoonlightingit's the only wayit's frigheningbut it means they'll staytogetherthey're gonna make it together