I’ve been looking through the window
To see your reflection in my eyes
You can’t know I’m watching you
I’m searching for a weakness
A teardrop to dry
We used to go dancing
Every Friday Saturday night
Electric Ballroom underneath white light
Now we’re babysitting
TV numbs us to the bone
Forgot everyone’s number
No one answers they’re not home
We’re waiting for a moment
We can be free again
We can wait forever
If not now when
Let’s do it for the old times
Do it for the good times
Celebrate just living breathing
Get back to raising up the ceiling
20/03/2023 Monday 669
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