Women of the Club

So I fell asleep upon the open hearth
The girl is in the wardrobe's tombs that I could count
The dresser's fallen sideways on the bouncing fires
To a night, a night of flight
Another night, a night of flight

As if the morning light would kiss the open floor
A dance among the glitz and fame of disco walls
I'm hoping you will have my record in the fall
And flip a side, and dance some more
Another side, and dance some more

Dance for another; she's gone under, undercover
Dance for another; she's gone under, undercover
Oh whoa...
Oh whoa...

This light would have the day but I would have the night
The evening breaks the frames and features of my world
The girl upon the street just dancing for her love
She felt alone, beneath the tone
She felt alone, beneath the tone

The final dance will call for wine and strings of old
The sounds your mother danced for aren't far from home
The timing wasn't right but will it ever be
But a dream, of you and me?
Another dream, of you and me

Dance for another; she's gone under, undercover
Dance for another; she's gone under, undercover
Oh whoa...
Oh whoa...
Oh whoa...