I can barely hold my breath

While she keeps dancin' on the back deck.

Shooting lights gonna make some targets in the dark,

Dancing for our very hearts, but there's no fear in the backyard.

Hands far from being torn apart.

The grass is where we make a start

Silver lights gonna make some targets in the dark,

Preying on our very hearts, but there's no fear in the backyard.

Complications, indecisions, long division is what we're dancing from

Silver moon, pale moon is what we yearn.

I can barely hold my breath

She's lying next to me in the grass

Silver lights gonna make some targets in the dark,

Dancing for our very hearts, but there's no fear in the backyard.

© Ray Hunter/DeSoto Rust 2006