Uptown
The mood is downtown
Under a pile of glass mind
It's showing through your frown
A whole full of misery
Oh don't you look at me
Backfire
Behind those magnified long hours
Of disappointment and crossed wires
I'm reaching out for you to
Bail me out of misery
The price's supposed to be
Free and floating all around you next to me
The very best of one and two makes three
Yeah it makes three
Uptown
Nobody told me not anyone
There'd be no trace of better dance moves
No chequered floor under spilled booze
Give me the look of burning jet fumes
I'm reaching out for you to
Bail me out of misery
The price's supposed to be
Free and floating all around you next to me
The very best of one and two makes three
And floating all around you next to me
The very best of one and two makes three
Yeah it makes three
