Brush your lips just so they tremble

hold your hands until they let go

move your eyes in slow motion

use your mind to hang on


love was innocent

now we're all the victom

of two times the romance

and one less the heart

you loved the simple things

like gossip magazines

our love was simple

it was oh, so simple

and now it's dead


chase these thoughts until they've all gone

remember love when you grow old

and you can spin me around on this dance floor

and never let my heart hit the floor