by Benjamin Ackerman

I step from off my cloud, and take my tophat off

I wonder where you are, as I wish upon a star

and as I gaze into your eyes,

can you see that I'm surprised?

I grab my mask as we leave the door

with haste, we depart

your attention I need to hold, as the calendar grows old

and as we enter the doors open wide,

and your eyes they come alive

if you keep doing what you do....

I could fall for you

The heat, it holds us down as we dance upon the floor

as we leave the night is still young, because neither one of

us is

done

and as I take off my mask,

on my knees I'm down to ask:

could you keep doing what you do?

I think I fell for you