| She’s done with dancing |
| She’s over strangers in the dark |
| The one’s you can’t see |
| They drive the hardest through your heart |
| When every footstep was a lifetime past |
| Every pinprick left an autograph |
| Sigh the old familiar photograph |
| Too old to last |
| Too young to fall apart |
| She’s done with dancing |
| She wonders why she had to start |
| No use romancing |
| When Sunday morning breaks your heart |
| When every footstep was a lifetime past |
| Every pinprick left an autograph |
| Sigh the old familiar photograph |
| Too old to last |
| Too young to fall apart |
| Too young to fall apart |
| Cause old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| Old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| Old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| She’s done with dancing |
| That’s all for dancing |
| Don’t fall for all her broken parts |
| The words you can’t sing |
| So deep inside so far apart |
| Cause everytime she raised her voice and laughed |
| Every footstep that she hoped would pass |
| Saved like one more faded photograph |
| Too old to last |
| Too young to fall apart |
| Too young to fall apart |
| Cause old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| Old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| Old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| She’s done with dancing |
| Cause old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| Old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| Old days were gold days |
| But these days she’s done with dancing |
| She’s done with dancing |