Tell me that you wanna dance
I wanna feel your pulse on mine
Just treat me like a stolen glance
To yourself

A dark shape on a golden floor
A sleeping planet with a molten core
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
Much more

I'm a peasant in your princess arms
Penniless with only charm
As we're leveled by the low hot lights 
Disarmed

I'm not afraid of anything
Even time
It'll weak away at everything
We'll be fine

I'm folded in every bread you make
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
These days

I'm not afraid of anything
Even time
It'll weak away at everything
We'll be fine

I'm not afraid of anything
Even time
It'll weak away at everything
We'll be fine