It's just a waltz I'm doing,
just a waltz, you see.
The exhilaration deafening
as we dance gracefully.

It's just a dance I'm dancing,
just a few steps, you see.
We're moving so fast,
almost dangerously.

It's just a ballroom I'm in,
just an empty room, you see.
A cloud hangs over us,
quite precariously.

It's just his hand I hold,
just his hand, you see.
But it's like an iron anvil
and it's much too heavy.

It's just the music I hear,
just the music, you see.
I can't hear my heart pounding
and no, it's not for free.

It's just his eyes I see,
just his eyes, you know.
They're blue and dangerous
but they always seem to grow.

It's just this man, I think,
just this man I love.
It's just a waltz across
a mopped kitchen floor
with just an open door.