A Night At the Theatre
On that lovely night
I felt a light
From the present stars
That man on my arm
I’m bound to him
Yet I was not so much in love
I had the theatre
A radiant room
The chandelier gleamed
Bright and gold
Twisting heavy and high in the air
My heart beat rapidly
A production of silver reflections
The dancer was my mirror
The way she danced
I might have danced
It was something miraculous
Familiar and bright
I had stared into a mirror
As he held my hand tight and tender
I was lost
In the sweet and glowing moments
From a stage
In the sweet and glowing moments
From a stage
I was lost
He held my hand tight and tender
I had stared into a mirror
Familiar and bright
It was something miraculous
I might have danced
The way she danced
The dancer was my mirror
A production of silver reflections
My heart beat rapidly
Twisting heavy and high in the air
Bright and gold
The chandelier gleamed
A radiant room
I cherished the theatre
Yet I was not so much in love
I’m bound to him
That man on my arm
I felt a light
From the present stars
On that lovely night
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