A feather drops, center stage.
I'm of a mind, to misbehave.
I put on that dress, and I start up a song...
It's no mystery, what we've known all along.
Because alone in my room, when we dance,
I'm not interested in arguing about the past
And it's one step, and then two,
And if there were many eyes in the room, they would all be on you...
But I'm here, and you there, and the steps feel like magic,
Gliding on air, glitter hair, when we move real slow,
I think you already know
That hearts will melt and doors will open,
With everything that, can't be spoken
And winding down, those last notes
With everything my hands have wrote,
Shining and smiling, glittering alone
Panting as I stand, holding a pose, arms open
Where you were in them, when we took up the dance
If you knew how to make use of an opening, to take that chance
Here I am when the stage lights fall, when the ballroom empties and the night runs wild
Laughing into a fantasy, and starting the song up again
So we can dance again, like we would then,
a feather drops and all is forgotten.