License To Glide

I dialed your old line today

A stranger's voice was on the end

She said she had to dance away

Underneath the yellow streetlamps

Dancing in the listening room

Lights down low, the cameras off (ohhh)

No one watching her but the moon

Lights down,

cameras off, we spin

Lights down, cameras off,

we spin

(we spin,

we spin) (ahhhh)

No one's looking now

On the empty walk