I wrote you a song,
to tell you I care.
for the spark in your tongue,
and the grey in your hair.
and if you remember
my birthday's today;
then, we could go dancing...
Now I can remember,
the glint in your stare.
as I followed it under,
to the truth that was there.
and if in the moment
I'm holding your hand;
then, we can go dancing...
~~~~~CHORUS~~~~~
Chance upon the mystery,
of dance indulgent history.
The last remaining versions
of your face
Dance within the mystery,
of chance and selfish history.
To lose your special beauty
is a waste.
~~~~~~~~~~
In whispers and corners,
I gave you my heart.
yet my doubtful reflection,
would keep us apart.
I'm holding it ransom
to give us a chance;
so, we can stay dancing...
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~~~~~CHORUS~~~~~
Chance upon the mystery,
of dance indulgent history.
The last remaining versions
of your face
Dance within the mystery,
of chance and selfish history.
To lose your special beauty
is a waste.
~~~~~~~~~~
When we go dancing,
I watch from my chair.
for the love in your eyes,
at the time that we've shared.
and if we remember
our history today;
then, we should be dancing...
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