As we danced, suppended in time br I felt almost as if we were floating br Having your body so close to mine br Had my head dangerously close to exploding br br The sweet music danced around us br As our bodies moved as one br Our movements rivaled angelic grace br And our body heat far surpassed the sun br br We danced to an endless tune br Too beautiful for my mind to comprehend br The extacy in each of our moves br Could of caused the most pios angels to decend br br Every step and spin left spectators breathless br Although our dance did not have them in mind br To us, we were all that existed br And we were where no one else could find br br We moved with an unhuman grace br That was so beautiful yet horrifying br It drained all the atention in the room br Like everything besides us was slowly dying br br Each step we took dripped with something br That can only be described as angelic br Stunned by our beauty some annoying spectator br Stole a picture and used it as a holy relic br br We danced until the music stoped, and then we danced some more br We danced so much that our very feet were imprinted on the floorbr br Tyrone Wingfieldbr br