The Loneliness of Lift Music - Momus

You were a perfect stranger

And I your perfect strangler

In the brushed steel lift

Of the great department store

The tightening grip of leather gloves

Purchased from the floor above

La la la…

Your eyes filled with confusion

Those helpless, twitching movements

The lips discoloured slightly round the edge

The loneliness of lift music

Its beauty and arithmetic

La la la…

A foggy night in London town

The office workers calmly going about their business

The shops and markets closing down

People buying murder mysteries for the night train back to Cheam

The tightening grip of leather gloves

I purchased from the floor above

The slipping girl I could have loved

I squeeze your tiny, pointless life away

Mantovani, James Last… and you

The loneliness of lift music

Its magic and magnificence

I squeeze your tiny, pointless life away

You a perfect stranger

And I your perfect strangler

La la la…