A warm breeze drifts across the window sill As moonlight slants through a night so still Oh I have held you in my dreams And how real it always seems
You're standing barefoot in a white cotton dress As music murmurs softly in a sweet caress But if you'll take my hand we'll see Just how real a dream can be It all can be
Slow dancing on the edge of heart Slow dancing adrift in the dark Hair brushes cheek Lips touch Eyes glance Slow dance
Now we're both bathed in the warmth of the wine A smokey voice urges "Baby, baby be mine" As the nightbirds fill the air With a song two hearts can share As if in a dream we float across the room Drunk on the scent of a subtle perfume Then from the garden floats our way As if the world conspires to say Say, yea
Slow dancing on the edge of a heart Slow dancing adrift in the dark Hair brushes cheek Lips touch Eyes glance Slow dance Slow dance
We're slow dancing on the edge of a heart Slow dancing adrift in the dark Hair brushes cheek Lips touch Eyes glance Slow dance Slow dance
Compositores: John David Lyon (Southside Johnny), Stephen Jay Skinner (Skinner Steve) ECAD: Obra #29097246