Slow Dance Slow

So we’ll slow dance slow
And if there’s no music we’ll sing our own
And I’ll step on your toes
In the floor of the kitchen.
Singing Blueberry Hill
Is all I remember through the haze of the gin
Like catching a glance like giving in
We blur at the edges.
So we’ll slow dance slow
And if there’s no music we’ll sing our own
And I’ll step on your toes
In the floor of the kitchen.
When the morning comes
Our hearts on the floor with all of our clothes
And the clouds out the window
Waiting to welcome whatever comes next.
Singing Blueberry Hill
So we’ll slow dance slow
Yeah, we’ll slow dance slow
And I’ll step on your toes
Yeah, I’ll step on your toes
Singing Blueberry Hill
Is all I remember through the haze of the gin
Like catching a glance like giving in
We blur at the edges.