The Dance

Come out onto the ballroom floor And have this last dance with me I spin around this room alone Dancing with the memories No hand to take my needing grip Or a shoulder to rest my head Just fading memories of you And a sense of growing dread The music plays on and on in here Echoing off these lonely walls It feels like I've become a ghost And I am not real at all Now that this dance has ended for good These memories will depart me, too To leave me with the nothing I always had Before I dared to dance with you