You only know half of the secret
You've only got half of the rhyme
I see you dancing solo in three-four time
Why must the past paint such perfect pictures in my mind?
Your head on my shoulder, your hand in mine?
Here's to the days that you held me so tight, kept me warm
I was lost in the ocean but you were the eye of my storm
But you only know half of the secret
You've only done half of the crime
I see you dancing solo in three-four time
Here's to the days that you held me so tight, kept me warm
I was lost in the ocean but you were the eye of my storm
