Tossing and turning and restlessness,
Connected at best.
Between the hours of one and six in the morning,
Strictly tossing and turning!
My mind it seems to travel,
So my body wants to walk...
She wants to dance, and twirl with passion-
But somehow she seems stuck.
It's dark outside and the only thing that lights the sky is the moon and stars.
She stares into the distance, on her roof,
I wonder where you are.
I want to dance and talk to you,
I know you're near but far...
Come dance with me, under the moon
Unlikely place to meet.
I can only think we're both awake,
And sway each other's sleep.
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