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 asshole 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