I could dance it all night long
putting dreams in my eyes and
in your steps.
Every turn, every sway, every drop
I could see dreams
in your eyes, on your lips,
their sweet longing.
But it will never be.
‘Cause there are other girls
who see the same dreams
in your eyes, on your lips,
who feel your sweet longing.
I still hear that song
and can't help but feel
its blooming in my chest,
flowering through my fingers,
lacing through yours.
I try, but can't forget
the warmth of your dreams.
And though it pains me,
I can't help but dance it all night,
even though I dance alone.