Black Dress

BLACK DRESS
I see you dancing in the frame, a black rose of another name
I see you dance in the photograph, it’s almost like an epitaph
For a heart I lost to you long ago
And the truth of the matter is I’d much rather not go on than go on without you
Old letters and stale perfume, a black rose that lost its bloom
Photos from a wedding night, Lord I thought I would take flight
With a heart I lost to you long ago
And the truth of the matter is I’d much rather not go on
I wanna see you dance another dance in your black dress
I wanna see you dance another dance before I forget
I wanna see you dance another dance in your black dress
I wanna see you dance like it’s not over yet
Visions in black and white, a black rose in pale moonlight
A crooked smile that will always last, from wedding days in the past
And a heart I lost to you, long ago
And the truth of the matter, is I’d much rather not go on than go on without you