It was just an empty ballroom, Dark and still, beyond repair.It was odd, but I'd swear, I heard music in the air.Dancing feet, beat by beat, In an empty ballroom.All the walls were deep in shadow, Rich with dreams, but old and bare.There was no one around, Yet I seemed to hear the sound of those feet.Dancing feet, in this empty ballroom.Not long ago, it was crowded with lovers.Is it so strange that their echoes remain, Though it's just an empty ballroom?Dark and still, beyond repair.As I peer through the gloom, I feel memories in this room.We were there, a happy pair, In this empty ballroom.Dancing feet.
