Brush your lips just so they tremble
hold your hands until they let go
move your eyes in slow motion
use your mind to hang on
love was innocent
now we're all the victom
of two times the romance
and one less the heart
you loved the simple things
like gossip magazines
our love was simple
it was oh, so simple
and now it's dead
chase these thoughts until they've all gone
remember love when you grow old
and you can spin me around on this dance floor
and never let my heart hit the floor