We were swimming
In vintage
Left those blue suede
Shoes at the door
She don't want to
Sing the blues no more
She don't want to sing
The blues no more
Picked up her feet
And danced to the beat
On an empty ballroom floor
Dust and moonlight filled
All corners
Specters watched as
Music filled the air
Cold static
Lifted hairs on her neck,
Only ghosts were left
Dared to take her breath
Only ghosts were left
As she levitated
Off an empty ballroom floor
Closed her eyes
And blinked them fast
She don't want to sing
The blues no more
Comfort in knowing
She wasn't alone
Any longer
As she levitated
Above an empty ballroom floor
And' she don't sing the blues no more...