Abbie Gale

I'll keep dancing with you
And you'll keep dancing with me
And the sky will be blue
And the rain will still sing

Standing there at the door
A friendly face of a ghost
Standing there at the door
Nothing seems on the floor

I’ll drink with you as the light
Fades and comes new
And the dark will be there
And we'll also be there

Standing there at the door
The trembling hands of a fragrance
Standing there on the floor frail eyes like to play