October 25, 2005

One slowdance...


You're standing there alone
And so am I
But I want you here
By my side
Ohh
You smiled at me
Is everything this staring game
That song of love

I look you in the eyes
I try to read your thoughts
I ask you to go with me
To a far off place
ohh

I look you in the eyes
I try to read your thoughts
I asked you to go with me
To a far off place

You and me dancing the night away
You can feel my heart beating so hard
We look eye to eye
But I'm swept away

On a moonlight walk on the beach
Watching the sunrise for the first time
I'm in a trance for that one slow dance

You're standing there alone
And so am I
But I want you here by my side
You smiled at me
Is everything the staring game
That song of love

I look you in the eyes
I try to read your thoughts
I ask you to go with me
To a far off place

You and me dancing the night away
You can feel my heart beating so hard
We look eye to eye
But I'm swept away

We don't have to talk
We don't have to live at all
I just want you here with me
We dont have to talk
We dont have to live at all
I just want you here
You and me

You and me dancing the night away
You can feel my heart beating so hard
We look eye to eye
But I'm swept away

On a moonlight walk on the beach
Watching the sunrise for the first time
I'm in a trance for that one slow dance


-Simple Plan-

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Moonlight walk on the beach with your special someone?Isn't that cool girl?

Anonymous said...

A Dream Lies Dead
Dorothy Parker

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree—
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity—
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!