through the blistering cold she falls to her feet

to land in the warmth of your touch

her glass slippers give way to the dancing

but the scent of your voice is too much

the chandeliers hang from the ceiling

the cocktails overflowing with pride

her hair falls in curls down her shoulder

but to her it’s just one place to hide

the orchestra’s playing the romance

and the sound paints a picture of love

gorgeous dresses sing the melody

no more tears fall from above

it’s the essence of beauty

it’s the scent of the night

it’s the sound of her voice

burns the fears to all right

it’s the cocktails and dancing

it’s the tables for two

it’s the scarred girl in her beauty

it’s her eyes framed to you.

it’s the hall that looks perfect

it’s the time freezing still

it’s pure love stricken ballrooms

flowing deep enough to kill