When she's tired of dancing, she will fall into a trance, and breathe so low.
Turning to the shoes she has discarded, she will leave the dancing floor.
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though
And on sunday I awake, and walk into a room without a sound,
There's a strake upon my eyes and I can hear the rain come falling down.
Eeeeeeeeverything returns again, the rain and the night are in her eyes.
Aaaaaaaaand in the air she breathes, the evening comes to me, cold as though