What would it be like if I could dance on your heartbeat. As I sit back and watch you smile at me, I can’t help but think about how this all has to end, my heart is dancing in the corner alone while yours is on the dance floor calling me over, I wish I could place my glass of punch on the floor and come join you. But my heart is elsewhere. I’m trying to break the news that the love has faded but I don’t want your heart to stop and never dance again. I don’t want to make the music end.