The Golden Floor

Tell me that you want to dance I want to feel your pulse on mine Just treat me like a stolen glance To yourself A dark shape on a golden floor A sleeping planet with a molten core From above we'd cut a slow eight shape And much more I'm a peasant in your princess arms Penniless with only charm As we're leveled by the low, hot lights And disarmed I'm not afraid of anything even time It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine I'm folded in the bread you made You're cold until my body bathes You in the heat I kept aside All these days I'm not afraid of anything even time It'll eke away at everything but we'll be fine