Red Dress After Dark
(hummmm) (ahhhh) Spinning vinyl on a Tuesday night
Staring at the door in the dimming light
Then the room stood still,
the air grew thin
When she let the midnight rush sweep in
Everyone is talking, but I hear no sound
As she starts to move across the crowded ground
She wears a red dress in the dark
Setting fire to the shadows with a spark Spinning through the crowd,
she's a wild design
A little bit of magic in this wasted time Glasses clinking under
paper moons
Chasing after-hours in these smoky rooms
She doesn't even know she holds the key
To every single word inside of me
She wears a red dress in the dark
Setting fire to the shadows with a spark Spinning through the crowd,
she's a wild design
A little bit of magic in this wasted time
Red dress in the dark...
Lost
in the
dark... (ahhhh)