Tell me that you want to dance
I want to 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
And much more

I´m a peasant in your princess arms
Penniless with only charm
As we´re leveled by the low, hot lights
And disarmed

I´m not afraid of anything even time
It´ll eke away at everything but we´ll be fine

I´m folded in the bread you made
You´re cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days

I´m not afraid of anything even time
It´ll eke away at everything but we´ll be fine