And as the music shutters to a stop
I rise up and dance to you
Where you sit on the timeworn couch
I pick you up and lift your chin
Do I dare look into your eyes?
They might spell out my death
They might bring me to life
You hold so much power over me
The power to make or break me
I cower from the vulnerability
But I find strength in what must come
I lead you outside into the night
Past rusty red jukebox
It’s melodies long gone and faded
We leave behind footprints in the dusty floor
And as the full round face rises up
Surrounded by her courtiers
I lift my eyes to find yours
And know that your answer was there all along.
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