1, 2, 3..      Dancing in circles   Staring at feet   Finding excuses   For when our eyes meet   Not to look away   Oh, I was looking behind you   And I hope you don't care   But when I looked inside you   I got caught in your stare   Oh, I know it sounds cliché   Oh but what's original anymore anyway      1, 2, 3..      Well, the song might be over   But I'm not ready to leave   Because my feet aren't yet tired   And the heart on my sleeve   Has found some stable ground   And if the music stops playing   And the dancing's deceased   And my lips start to quiver   Til they shatter my teeth   Help me pick them off the ground   And put them back inside my mouth      She said the safest she's felt in a long time's inside my arms   And darling, I won't break you, or 'cause you no harm      Just keep the time   Keep the time   Keep the time      1, 2, 3..