Hold me to you as we dance
together tonight, hold me tight
I’ll rest my head on your shoulder
your cheek on my hair.
Keep your hands still
at the small of my back.
My arms around your neck
fingers in your hair.
In this swaying stance
love is absent but here is peace.
We are alone in this crowded place.
Are you touching my face?
Don’t kiss my lips, my cheek, my soul
I might start to believe its more than a dance;
more than just happenstance.
Two almost strangers not strange anymore.
We’ve talked all night; our souls bared.
Now on this dance floor, we try to pretend
we’ll have more then tonight before it all ends.