We haven’t sung together in a while.
I kinda miss the tone of your voice.
We haven’t shared the stage in some time.
I can’t remember, was that my fault or your choice?
The piano keys have gone cold.
I never played, but you could make’m dance.
The stage lights are still on.
What do you say, wanna give it another chance?
How about both of our lips real close to the mic,
the lights beating down making our foreheads sweat.
You looking good in half of something nice.
I steal a look in your eyes and savor the warmth of your breath.
Sing your song girl,
don’t hold nothing back.
Let it go, shake the walls.
Belt it out and shatter glass.