Lights Go Cold

We move across the floor
Dancing like the couples do in those black and white movies from the 1930’s
Back when the music was soft
And the kisses gentle
Petaled like country rain
But just as passionate

I don’t need color to be so bold
Just the silver of the screen and a woman's hand to hold
When the lights go cold

You should know that sometimes I am a stranger even to myself
Because I lose reality in those black and white movies from the 1930’s
And I find myself staring right back at me
Wearing the clothes of Bogart and Grant
Even after the music swells
And the closing credits run

I don’t need color to be so bold
Just the silver of the screen and a woman's hand to hold
When the lights go cold