Or slipping into our cold bed

It's been so long that it seems
That I've never danced with anyone
She moves so, she moves so well

If we go outside we can take in a haze of Roche Harbor light
Drink a bottle of red wine, forgetting to tell time
Just sit still, we've moved enough

The wind on the boat's deck
Is a cold hand on the neck
Or slipping into our cold bed