dance! dance! dance! dance!
do you remember when we danced?
because i do.
i remember when we danced
in the dark, with our friends around us;
in your chair, seated with arms gripped tight around each other.
i remember when we danced to our own tunes.
i remember how our movements always matched up even when no one expected them to.
and i know they’d do the same today,
our movements are more than we are.
they are undeniable, as is this.
our movements are special,
more special than blue houses in foreign countries.
and i remember when we danced,
eventhough youre pretending that you forgot.
