dance on

These chipped nailed hands where made for holding you're hand.
These blistered feet where made for dancing with you.
Thins broken voice was made for singing you songs.
I'm so sure you're made for me to.

So take my hand
and we'll build bonfires
on the sand
we're mad for eachother.

Dance with me,
In the warm summer sun.
I'll stop to breathe
and we will dance on.