Yard Two Stone - Lane 8, Jens Kuross

She’s done with dancing

She’s over strangers in the dark

The ones you can’t see

They drive the hardest through your heart

When every footstep was a lifetime passed

Every pin prick left an autograph

Sign the old familiar photograph

Too old to last

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

She’s done with dancing

She knows she never had to start

No use romancing

When Sunday morning breaks your heart

'Cause every footstep was a lifetime passed

Every pin prick left an autograph

Sign the old familiar photograph

Too old to last

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

She’s done with dancing

She’s over strangers in the dark

No use romancing

When Sunday morning breaks your heart

'Cause every footstep was a lifetime passed

Every pin prick left an autograph

Sign the old familiar photograph

Too old to last

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

Too young to fall apart

'Cause old days were gold days

But these days, she’s done with dancing

Old days were gold days

But these days, she’s done with dancing

Old days were gold days

But these days, she’s done with dancing

Old days were gold days

But these days, she’s done with dancing