he was alone when she walked into the room
even though he had loads of friends to talk to
nobody noticed how she grifted his soul with her eyes
she was afraid of nothing sure of herself
he was amazed she lured him out of his shell
he was impressed by every turn of her phrase
it was like ice skatingah-aaah...the crescendoah-aaah...the port de brasah-aaah...
the letting goin the choreography of love
there is a moment when you see your own breath
bellowing from your lips in to the darkness
somebody pulls you from the opposite end of your life
CHORUS
she was afraid of nothing, sure of her parthe was on fire in silence framing 
her hearth was at home in every line of her face
it was like ice breaking
CHORUS
ah-aaah...the figure eight
ah-aaah...the brave mistake
ah-aaah...the lies untoldin the choreography of love
in the choreography of lovein the choreography of love...
of love