Smoke-Stained Waltz

(ahhhh) Spinning slow

in the velvet dark

Every step

leaves a silver mark

We are shadows

on a shifting floor

Closer now

than we were before

And the room begins to bloom and sway

As the daylight fades away (ooh-ooh)

Time is drifting

in a glass of ice

Pay the dancer,

name the price

We don't look back

to the empty stage

We just turn

the heavy page

Lost inside the spin

(where we begin) (ahhhh)