The Plaza Ballroom, Manchester, Christmas Eve, 1956

You -
The glitter ball flickered in your eyes
That coat of your mother's
Clung to your sides
It was Christmas Eve, 1956
And you
Were a fairytale painted in Lewis’s
Overdone powders and lashes
Never go back
To the typing pool

This
This is our time
The time of our lives
And we will lie
When they ask what we knew
Of the crimes committed
While we were dancing

You -
The arrogant twist of your half-smile
No one could see you like I did
We were so young
But they made all this just for us

And we
Spun with the turn of the records
Spun like they spin in America
Never go back
To the terrace row

These
These are the hours
They're the hours we'll remember
And so we will lie
When they ask what we knew
Of the crimes committed
While we were dancing

And at midnight, we kissed "Merry Christmas"
I took your hand and stole you
Past the locked office door
These things are too precious
Even with demons in them
To leave and to visit no more

Oh, this
This is our time
The time of our lives
And we will lie
When they ask what we knew
Of the crimes committed
While we were dancing
While we were dancing