on the dance floor

And we fail to dance
together, to the same music
Jazz and pop don't rhyme too well
When i take a step forward
Your left foot moves to the right
I trip on the floor
the naked, cold marble floor.
I twist my angle,
i can barely stand
You own the floor,
i watch you from the corner.

Left, right, forward, backward
you move in all directions.
You swirl to the music frantically,
I'm worried that you'll collapse.
Take a break, now and then
as the tempo changes.
Get a drink, relax a bit!
Consider your next move with care
before the music swallows you,
before the jazz band takes on the floor and you miss a step...