Taking a walk I have to stop
At a building I've often passed by
Some force draws me near, in spite of some fear,
I feel I must give it a try.
Alone in the room echoes consume
my breathing and tentative calls
How long has it been since music and gin
were present inside these walls
Where are the pairs,
So debonaire,
frothy bright skirts
Oh how it hurts
To think of it gone
for ever so long
out of this lonesome dancehall
Flocked wallpaper fades beneath chandeliers
once vibrant in their golden glow
The stories untold of those days so old
Are stories that I'll never know
Clickety clack,walking on back
across the hard wood floor
I'm startled to see looking at me
A starling fly out of the door
Where are the pairs
So debonaire,
frothy bright skirts
Oh how it hurts
To think of it gone
for ever so long
out of this lonesome dancehall
out of this lonesome dancehall