(J. Lyon/S. Skinner)



A warm breeze drifts across the window sill

As moonlight slants through a night so still

Oh I have held you in my dreams 

And how real it always seems



You're standing barefoot in a white cotton dress

As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress

But if you'll take my hand we'll see 

Just how real a dream can be

It all can be



Slow dancing on the edge of heart

Slow dancing adrift in the dark

Hair brushes cheek

Lips touch

Eyes glance

Slow dance



Now we're both bathed in the warmth of the wine

A smokey voice urges "Baby, baby be mine"

As the nightbirds fill the air

With a song two hearts can share

As if in a dream we float across the room

Drunk on the scent of a subtle perfume

Then from the garden floats our way

As if the world conspires to say

Say, yea



Slow dancing on the edge of a heart

Slow dancing adrift in the dark

Hair brushes cheek

Lips touch

Eyes glance

Slow dance

Slow dance



We're slow dancing on the edge of a heart

Slow dancing adrift in the dark

Hair brushes cheek

Lips touch

Eyes glance

Slow dance

Slow dance



Doppler Shift Music/Liedela Music ASCAP/Nervous Music BMI