Ballroom
Pride, time after time
Anything at all, anything at all, anything at all, anything at all
It's a kind of fade out from screen
It's a kind of Romani jinx
It's exactly the kind I like
It dilated in my eyes
It's a truth I'll draw
A racetrack I'll trace again in the fall
I do, I do, I do
But in no downtown ballroom
In no downtown ballroom
Would they play any songs I rescued from my father
I could feel the train arriving in my feet
In no downtown ballroom
In no downtown ballroom
Lost dogs, lost dogs, lost dogs, lost dogs
Boiling fat
Comes with singing dice
O anything at all, anything at all, anything at all, anything at all
I feel too good to think
Under a blue-black sky
I felt the drip of your patience stall
I felt the tilt of your love besides
It's a kind of truth I'll draw
A bind after blindness I can't solve
I do, I do
But in no downtown ballroom
In no downtown ballroom
I would tend to fields of wrath until I blossom
In giant rooms I call, and raise, and wait
In no downtown ballroom
In no downtown ballroom
You can have her fur sides against my feet
Til the billboards lose themselves in reams of sleet
In no downtown ballroom
In no downtown ballroom
I could never pick sides against my brother
I could feel the train arriving in my feet
In no downtown ballroom
In no downtown ballroom
Autor(es): Andrew Siegel