Pace is picking up Tempo changing slowly gradually hardly noticeable One beat per minute becomes two and two makes four Now where is that door To reality
Slipped away out of my hands like a soap once again Hey what a day, gone for the night and then Run back home and tuck yourself in for a needed sleep
Take back that photograph it breaks my heart And I will wait by the telephone While the silence pressures my eardrum I found a black and white with a
Softly like a touch of a dark angel Her hand in yours You're dressed to kill Can she tell Swing your partner to the right Swing your partner to the left
slipped away But I've come back to say that you're not really gone My black rose where are you now And yes I've seen your black rose petal fall Fall
