by Benjamin AckermanI step from off my cloud,
and take my tophat offI wonder where you are,
as I wish upon a starand as I gaze into your eyes,
can you see that I'm surprised?
I grab my mask as we leave the doorwith haste,
we departyour attention I need to hold,
as the calendar grows oldand as we enter the doors
open wide,and your eyes they come aliveif you keep
doing what you do....I could fall for youThe heat,
it holds us down as we dance upon the flooras we leave
the night is still young, because neither one ofus
isdoneand as I take off my mask,
on my knees I'm down to ask:could you keep doing what
you do?I think I fell for you