Dashboard Confessional – For you to notice
I’m starting to fashion an idea in my head where I would impress you
Reaching new heights, diving to new depths. Up or down, spinning in free fall.
What once was a dance, hearts accelerating and racing.
You held my hand as we were turning, and let me go hurtling across the floor.
My skirt billows out, Saturn has its rings. Your arms are to catch me, to stop me from spinning.
The world keeps dancing. My feet are bleeding. The world keeps turning. My heart is beating.
And beating. And bleeding. And pounding. And resounding. And crying. I’m dying.
We came here for a good time, not a long time. You said you wouldn’t leave me, not this time.
Our danse macabre. My partner in crime. No one understands what we do, that we are the angels two.