Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Hey, you know what this song is like? Finding a good waltz partner (elusive, exclusive and rare). Let's do the dance, Wild Beasts, spin me to the edge and whip me back. I'll twirl like a damsel in distress, sailing across the room with my head thrown back while you mutter to me, This Is Our Lot. Then I'll open my eyes to kiss you only to find myself dancing alone.