Lighter Exchange

I dialed the digits from the old apartment key

Someone else answered with a low-key melody

Met in the hallway by the talent show stage

Mirror reflections on a brand new page He held a flame to

my old design

Trading secrets on the telephone line (whisper: pick it up,

pick it up)

Now someone else is holding your number tonight

Underneath the spinning roller rink lights

Spilling secrets for a spark in the dark

Leaving behind a brand new mark (oh-oh-oh)

Behind the mirror where the dancers prepare

Smoke machine rising through the humid air

He bought the number but he sold the trace

For a moment's heat in a crowded place

Now someone else is holding your number tonight

Underneath the spinning roller rink lights

Spilling secrets for a spark in the dark

Leaving behind a brand new mark

(yeah, yeah)

Trading secrets in the dark...

(ah-ha) Just a spark...