Texty: Frank Sinatra. Last Dance, The.

It's the last dance
We've come to the last dance
They're dimming the lights down
They're hoping we'll go

It's obvious
They're aware of us
The pair of us
Alone on the floor

Still I want
To hold you
Like this forever
And more

It the last song
They're playing the last song
The orchestra's yawning
They're sleepy I know

They're wondering
Just when will we leave
But till we leave
Keep holding me tight

Through the last dance
Each beat of the last dance
And save me the first dance
In your dreams tonight