Tender dreams locked in my mind,
of a curious nature,
a curious kind.
We two, holding hands,
in a spot we find,
for slow dancing,
under the night sky.

Tired of being told what to do,
when to do it,
do it with who.
When all I really want is you,
slow dancing,
under the night sky.

Can't bear the fear anymore,
anticipating,
the slam of the door.
Want to free up my soul,
for a little more,
slow dancing,
under the night sky.

If in the morning I should die,
tell all who ask,
the reason why,
was so forever,
I could try
slow dancing,
under the night sky.