And suppose my love, makes no sense for you,
Every bitter touch and all that lays between.
I began to waltz,
I felt the wooden floor beneath my feet at the lights spun slowly above us.
Feathers hung from the faces masked,
Our own eyes only familiar.
I heard the sweeter sounds between the stair case and draped velvet.

I heard little laughter, I saw the weave between the bar,
Oh only one in white,
She disapeared between the dark of the crowd.
So smart, on several occasions he asked.
And why I ever denied, oh how.
I lived out a childhood dream last night.

Sweet turn slipped through glitter,
Must I always feel this way?
So simple it seems, to arrive gracefully.
My one night on the marble.