Dancefloor - Tracey Thorn, Ewan Pearson, Sasse

Where did we begin?

Back in the days we lived inside each other’s skin

We cuddled like we never needed anything

Think of what you’d have to pack

If you left and planned on never coming back

Just the thought of it can stop you in your tracks

And make you stay

Oh but where i’d like to be

Is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me

Someone whispering it’s quarter after 3

There’s no where I’d rather be

So we talk about this

In a tone that suggests anybody cares

So excited each time anybody dares

And who’s your next to call?

Who’s impossible?

And who’s too close to call?

Who’s just desperate for anything at all?

Anything at all, like love…

Oh but where i’d like to be

Is on a dancefloor with my friends all pissed at me

Someone singing and I realise it’s me

I realise it’s me

Play me good times, shame

Golden years, let the music play

Good times, shame

Golden years, let the music play

Oh it’s where i’d like to be

Is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me

Oh it’s where i’d like to be

Is on a dancefloor with some drinks inside of me

Oh it’s where I’d like to be

Oh it’s where I’d like to be

On a dancefloor

On a dancefloor

On a dancefloor