Lyric

High heels clicking on frozen stone

The ballroom glows, but she walks alone

Cape of velvet, caught by storm

Spinning in a shape not born

At the cape of storms, we danced in grey

Silhouettes that slipped away

Brass notes crying down the hall

I caught your hand before the fall

Whispers drift like chimney smoke

Eyes that speak the words we choke

Winds may howl and windows shake

But in this groove, no hearts will break

Turn the needle, cue the haze

We move like ghosts through midnight plays

A jazz refrain, a haunting call

The storm still spins inside the ball

At the cape of storms, we spin, we slide

No need to run, no need to hide

Wherever shadows choose to fall

We’ll meet again inside the hall