When She's Tired Of Dancing

When she's tired of dancing,
she will fall into a trance,
and breathe so low.

Turning to the shoes she has discarded,
she will leave the dancing floor.
Everything returns again,
the rain and the night are in her eyes.

And in the air she breathes,
the evening comes to me,
cold as though (?)

And on (Sunday?) I awake,
and walk into a room without a sound,
(?????????????) upon my eyes
And I can hear the rain come falling down.

Everything returns again,
the rain and the night are in her eyes.
And in the air she breathes,
the evening comes to me,
cold as though.