ANATOLE SERRETClub Crush EP

A double take, an awkward smile, my cheeks begin to blushWhen from the dance floor my eyes lock with those of my club crushA person I don’t recognise a figure floating thereBut to a luster, love can muster almost anywhereA quick exchange of broken words plays out between my earsShould I approach them or will then the magic disappearThe bass begins to growl at me, the snare begins to barkWho am I to you except a stranger in the darkWill my adoration meet an elated responseOr is this not the place for a romantic renaissanceAnd with that thought I feel my body pulled into a tranceI think I’d best forget it close my eyes and start to dance