You went charging on through the traffic, I took the pavement Cos the city apologised for breaking hearts If it's entitled to conclude that Somewhere in the future, there's a feeling That feels just like the night we first held hands Stood on the back row, caked in mischief As we stood and heckled someone else's band Would you mind if I missed you missing me? Would you mind if I missed you missing me? Would you mind if I missed you missing me?