I wrote this thinking about (OK, wishing about) the security you feel in someone else's arms. Someone you want to protect and someone you know will protect you. It's sort of like that security blanket we all claim we don't need once we "grow up." And how just the sight of something - a room - can hold so many memories, memories you never want to let go of and hold forever.
In a dimly lit room in the heat of June
I just stood there looking at you
I didn't know if it was the beginning of something
Or the end of nothing
The lights flickered as you took my hand
As we slow danced in that empty room
My head on your shoulder, our words growing colder
When all I wanted was to fall into you
Do you remember, the way we used to
When...
We were slow dancing at midnight
Letting the breeze in from the Sycamore tree
You looked like an angel in the moonlight
Our bodies swaying, our hands intertwined
Life was everything I'd ever want it to be
As we were slow dancing at midnight
I remember everything about this room
The chairs were still there from the times we laughed hysterically until 3 in the morning
The floor still creaked beneath my feet
And it reminded me of your heartbeat
I told you things I never told anyone before
'Cause with you, it was just so easy
When...
We were slow dancing at midnight
Letting the breeze in from the Sycamore tree
You looked like an angel in the moonlight
Our bodies swaying, our hands intertwined
Life was everything I'd ever want it to be
As we were slow dancing at midnight
It's sad to think that by the morning light we'll see
Our dreams fade into the ghost of everything we'd wanted to be
Alone together in that room
Just you and me
We were slow dancing at midnight
Letting the breeze in from the Sycamore tree
You looked like an angel in the moonlight
Our bodies swaying, our hands intertwined
Life was everything I'd ever want it to be
As we were slow dancing at midnight
We were slow dancing at midnight
Letting the breeze in from the Sycamore tree
You looked like an angel in the moonlight
Our bodies swaying, our hands intertwined
Life was everything I'd ever want it to be
As we were slow dancing at midnight
Any time you feel alone, just turn around
'Cause I can picture us now
In a place where we can always find us
Slow dancing at midnight
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