Lyrics The Waiting Game - Limahl

Meet me at the usual place
Fleeting moments for imposing curfews
See whose made it with your again

Throw some light upon a sordid detail
Female with your feline eyes
And hair dyes and white lines
I′ve seen you in a familiar place

Risky smalltalk in the usual place
The parkings free
With adults for grown ups whoever they are
The pleasure was ours

Cream of the crop and such a pretty face
But its only the surface
Life is short I heard today
The film is running through

Repeat 'till fade