Enveloped in rapturous craze
Sweaty soul, gainless days
There we were again
like things had never changed.

Some old Soul Song plays
Grasp your wrist and fall into stasis
Because I couldn't please you, not then
But I still want to dance with you
Perhaps romance is not lost on us.

Wind down and tell me a funny story
There was one about your sisters folly
We go ahead and fall short of transparency
I idle along, expectantly

This can't be the end of you and me
as much as it needs to be.