Op-Shop Dress

Nothing in this world compares to the way you wear that op-shop dress
Material consolations, I believed they were all that was left
Then you took me to your living room
And we moved terpsichorean
I remembered a beautiful world
That rests against ours, hidden
And the stars fall on the dance floor
And the stars fall on the dance floor
And the stars fall on the dance floor
And the stars fall
I know it wouldn’t be modern
If I asked you for forever
But I’ve done all the modern things and
To your grace they don’t measure
A sky full of bathing beauties
Dressed in summer weather
They can pass by all they want to
It’s only you I treasure
And the stars fall on the dance floor
And the stars fall on the dance floor
And the stars fall on the dance floor
And the stars fall