I Thought It Was You

I thought it was you 
I thought it was you 
I thought it was you 
'Til my heart went bang 
And drifted into something better 
Something that I thought I'd never... 

I've been on the ceiling 
Still around to tell 
I've been on the pavement 
And I've been in the stairwell 
Taking numbers from a certain someone 
You don't know them 
Didn't seem to matter 
Walked without a care 
Ran right in the rush hour 
Just to get you out of my hair 
Dirty weather never flattened my complexion really 

You've gone out of fashion 
You've gone off the dial 
Tender navigation doesn't fit in with my style 
For the less attention to the minor details of intention 
Told me in the mirror 
Told me on the vine 
Couldn't make it clearer 
Told me on the vine 
Couldn't make it clearer 
If you put it up in lights in Broadway 
Here's your one way ticket to your closing night