I might notice you from the night
When we both were dancers in the dark
And I held your hand cause
I knew you'd see the same things I see
And so I take my pen to turn my tears into art
And on my wall hangs a postcard
Of the drawing, we both saw
And I wear a shirt my mother knitted for me
And I might notice you from the night
When we both were dancers in the dark
And I held your hand cause
I knew you'd see the same things I see
And so, I take my pen to turn my tears into art
And I listen to the record you showed me in the past
In my bookshelf rests the book
You gave to me last year
And I might notice you from the night
When we both were dancers in the dark
And I held your hand cause
I knew you'd see the same things I see
And so I take my pen to turn my tears into art
And on my table lays the book you gave to me last year
And I read the book you gave to me last year
And I might notice you from the night
When we both were dancers in the dark
And I held your hand cause
I knew you'd see the same evil I see
And I might notice you from the night
When we both were dancers in the dark
And I held your hand cause
I knew you'd see the same things I see
