Dancer from New York - NVDES

Racey days help me through the hopeless haze

But my, oh, my

Tragic eyes, I can’t even recognize myself

Behind

So if the answer is no

Can I change your mind?

Out again, a siren screams at half-past ten

And you won’t let go

While I ignore, that we both felt like this before

It starts to show

So if I had a chance

Would you let me know?

Why aren’t you shaking?

Step back in time

Graciously taking

Oh, you’re too kind