Beautiful Sharks

He was tracing out lines in the air
To make it perfectly clear
He is swimming with some beautiful sharks
Entertaining the man behind the bar
The man behind the bar

And I was there
And somebody was talking about luck
And I thought, i thought, "what if my luck ran out?"
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

Hottest night in twenty years
He is playing out a ceremony
Playing out a ceremony
Watch him turn on the spot
To see his memory from a different angle
He eased the element of surprise
To curve and sweep lines
And he is singing an old song
He is swimming with some beautiful sharks

And I was there
And somebody was talking about romance
And I thought, I thought, "what if my luck ran out?"
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh...