Felt the city lighten up in the evenings
Claiming their time to chill
But numb inside
I was shooting my bolt down the line-up
Like a robot stud who’s weary of the same old drill

I was just a hanger-on in the hangar
Building that aerofoil
But taking flight
I was running away to the runway
When I saw you standing, burning in the midnight oil

Riveting!
Riveting!
You really got a grip on me
Riveting!
I’m stuck on you
Riveting!
Riveting!
You really got a grip on me
Riveting!
I’m stuck on you

You were sleeker than the sheen on the tarmac
Hell of a fuselage!
With just one touch
We were arming the doors for departure
And we’re taking off now, relaxing in business class

Riveting!
Riveting!
You really got a grip on me
Riveting!
I’m stuck on you
Riveting!
Riveting!
You really got a grip on me
Riveting!
I’m stuck on you

And as you chart a path across the sky
It touches my heart and it blows my mind
With every dream I see you realise
I’m loving living with our lives entwined

Riveting!
Riveting!
You really got a grip on me
Riveting!
I’m stuck on you
Riveting!
Riveting!
You really got a grip on me
Riveting!
I’m stuck on you