The Dance

You are the modern one
I am the old-fashioned
She walked up to him
Full of passion

Smarter than anyone
Things that we are
Disappear into the night
Those burning hearts
Two stars

So she walked up to him
Took his hands…
And, Drew him to herself
They said, “ooh, this is too fine”
She says, “hold me in your arms”
These are the moments that I live for

Charmingly disarming
Turn around to me
Arms over mine
He says, “I am still here”
No tears

Too modern to rise above
Too medieval to go between
Too uncertain to fall together
To remain to be true
You are the modern one
I am the old-fashioned

She walked up to him
On the dance floor…
She walked straight into his arms
And the light went off
She did nothing to hide
That wicked, unruly smile
And the lights were on him
Well, you’d better go…
Don’t forget about the song
She said to him
I won’t
I won’t…forget
Don’t forget about the song
I won’t