Texty: Quebec Antique. 365.

The day I met you
the music filled the air.
I asked to call you, all I could do was stare.
We went out on the town,
we danced until the dawn.
But when I turned around,
you were gone.

The days passed by me,
three-hundred-sixty-five.
As I was searching,
for pictures from that time.
Your number there, I found,
my heart beat as I dialed.
A voice informed me,
you were dancing until the dawn.