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(hummmm) (ah-ia-ia-ooh) Dust on the cobblestones The afternoon was growing old
You held a copper coin
To keep away the bitter cold
And in that quiet square
Our silent worlds began to align The wind began to play A
song from far away
And we danced
anyway
Oh, let the horns resound!
Spinning our feet off the muddy ground!
No past to drag us down!
Just this perfect moment we found!
We
found!
Years fade to silhouettes
But that one hour stays in frame
The brass keeps echoing
And softly calls
your forgotten name
If I could hold the sun
Right where it used to shine
I'd paint that square in gold
For all of time
Oh, let the horns resound!
Spinning our feet off the muddy ground!
No past to drag us down!
Just this perfect moment we found!
We found! Hey! Hey!
Hey! (la-la-la-la-la-hey!)