The Loneliness of Lift Music

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.