Track 7 of the album Two Mugs · 2017
Streamers on the Gym Floor
“A dance in a gym hall with the caretaker sweeping up. Gentle and a bit sad, the way last dances are.”
xinyao · slow-dance folk · romantic ballad · 3:14
Lyrics
The lights come up, the music stops The caretaker is sweeping up the night Paper streamers on the floor Silver stars that lost their light Your shoes are in your hand, my friend The boards are cool beneath our feet We're the last ones in the gym And I don't want to leave my seat One more slow song in my head That nobody else could hear So dance with me on the gym floor When the dance is over and done The doors are propped, the hall is wide And the whole wide world can run Streamers in your hair, love Hold on, don't let it end We were sixteen once, we were singing And the night was our best friend The punch bowl's empty on the stage A balloon is drifting to the beam We never said the things we meant But we meant them in a dream Your jacket round my shoulders now The car park hums beneath the sky The old bus waits, the engine ticks We will not say goodbye One more slow song in my head That nobody else could hear So dance with me on the gym floor When the dance is over and done The doors are propped, the hall is wide And the whole wide world can run Streamers in your hair, love Hold on, don't let it end We were sixteen once, we were singing And the night was our best friend Years may fold like paper chains And the hall may fall to dust But I'll remember how it felt To be young and to trust The squeak of shoes, the dimming light The moment, soft and slow Some songs you keep for always Even when you have to go So dance with me on the gym floor When the dance is over and done The doors are propped, the hall is wide And the whole wide world can run Streamers in your hair, love Hold on, don't let it end We were sixteen once, we were singing And the night was our best friend Streamers on the gym floor Our best friend Our best friend