A Night At the Theatre

On that lovely night I felt a light From the present stars That man on my arm I’m bound to him Yet I was not so much in love I had the theatre A radiant room The chandelier gleamed Bright and gold Twisting heavy and high in the air My heart beat rapidly A production of silver reflections The dancer was my mirror The way she danced I might have danced It was something miraculous Familiar and bright I had stared into a mirror As he held my hand tight and tender I was lost In the sweet and glowing moments From a stage In the sweet and glowing moments From a stage I was lost He held my hand tight and tender I had stared into a mirror Familiar and bright It was something miraculous I might have danced The way she danced The dancer was my mirror A production of silver reflections My heart beat rapidly Twisting heavy and high in the air Bright and gold The chandelier gleamed A radiant room I cherished the theatre Yet I was not so much in love I’m bound to him That man on my arm I felt a light From the present stars On that lovely night