There's None of That - King Creosote

You know when hands touch

And there’s that spark

Of electrical something or other?

Well there’s none of that

Knowing looks across a room

Knowing we’ve a long time loving

We share none of those

Hunting out each other’s eyes

No matter the gathering sighs of dullards

There’s none of that, no

Backing each other’s maudlin careers

Suppressing fears and jeers

There’s none of that neither

Giving up before we get a start

Backpedalling, excuses, amending

There’s plenty of that

Backstabbing, new-blood sampling

Eye-opening wisecracks

There’s plenty of those