Dancing around but never touching
Hands by our sides and eyes on another
A beautiful dance indeed, but never complete
And who knows, it may never be
Music in the room, filling the empty space
Fast the slow, crescendo then decrescendo
We twirl and twirl but never to each other
Although still I can't seem to lose my hope
I'm not sure if our dance will look better together
Or if we'll just stumble over the others feet
Being graceful was never our specialty
Perhaps one day we will lear
I'll practice and practice with another
But we both know it's not the same
One day I'll finally learn the dance
But I'm afraid the day will come too late
