It's Over (The Last Dance)

Now the journey's over

I keep on dancing

Now the journey's over

My kind of too late swing

I saw your reflection in the mirror of the room

I danced to your heartbeats, making time a little bit faster

You could be closer, even if your body seems colder

I heard you laughing, but you can't hide the sadness in your eyes

I catched some light, coming from your pale complexion

The tickle on my hand, may have been a kiss from the wind

I waved around your hips, only t feel your delicate breath

At least I was moved, by the last dance with a ghost