the camera spins around the room
past all the faces that I've known
I see their smiles in black and white
in the dark, friday night
my friend we share a secret:
tonight the film is turning
our shadows flashing through the halls
through the stairwells
clanking bottles

it's friday night
and there are tears in my eyes
my friends and I
are dancing in black and white

we're lonely people you and me
still we don't talk call too frequently
sometimes when water's burning hot
feels just like freezing cold
but I know much of you
you're my favorite [bad word] tonight we'll slip away without a word the way we do
we know we'll find each other soon

on friday night
and there are tears in my eyes
my friends and I
are dancing in black and white