Met a dancer Who was high in a field From her movement Caught my breath on my way home Couldn’t stop that sprinning force I felt in me Everything around seemed to giggle glee She walked up with a flower and I cared
Got a dancer Who gets wild to the beats of record rhythms But I’m always away for weeks That pass slow my Mind gets lost Feeling envy for the kid who’ll dance despite anything I walk out in the flowers and feel better
If I could just leave my body for the night:
Then we could be dancing No more missing you while I’m gone There we could be dancing And you’d smile and say, “I like this song” And when our eyes will meet there We will recognize nothing’s wrong And I wouldn’t feel so selfish I won’t be this way very long
To hold you in time To hold you in time To hold you in time To hold you in time
While we were dancing Early hours Drunken days finally ended And the streets turned for a pillowcase Then I fumbled our good lock Then the ecstasy turns to rising light Through our windowpane Now I’m gone I left flowers for you there
I remember I was in like grade 2 and I met a girl named Emilie but when I saw how she spelt it I thought it was wrong and tried to call her out on it saying its spelt ‘Emily’. She kept saying she didn’t and so I hit her in the face. I was such a sassy bitch.