The Dance we Do

I’m up.  You’re down.
We both go ‘round and ‘round.

 

We lie, we fight.
Then we kiss good‑night.

 

The next day it’s more of the same.
We both reject our share of blame.

 

Is this love or just the dance we do?

 

Tell me now, don’t you feel it too?

 

Our time spent apart doesn’t end with our day.
Seems the more we talk, the less we say.

 

In the night I see you sleeping.
I remember our love so worth keeping.

 

The face that once made mine shine with love.
The man I could not get enough of.

 

A shake‑up would do us good; time for just us two.
Some time to find out who is me and who is you.

 

Or is it just the dance we do?