It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

You looked so fine in other night. Everything you do give shivers, Babe you should know you the only one.

But I knew you
Dancin' in your Levi's
Drunk under a streetlight, I
I knew you
Hand under my sweatshirt
Baby, kiss it better, I<p>And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite

I held you in the square
And felt the evening
Re-order itself around
Your smile.

It was you who start me ballroom dancing.

Dance well with a woman, and she’s halfway yours.

I love you', she said, to remind me that there was one answer to everything, and only one.

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene,
I said, 'Don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one,
Who will dance, on the floor, in the round?'

I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

She was one of the most beautiful dancers I've ever seen. She made her partner feel as if he were about to be left behind, or already had been. It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.

I feel you move me in such sweet silence always dancing, always dancing never ever getting tired

I dreamt of you last night - as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

Seen a shooting star tonight, and I thought of you.