From the recording Songs interpreted by...
A passionate ballad about the spark between performer and stranger, where one glance in the crowd sets a fire that won’t fade. It’s a story of longing, connection, and the hope that a fleeting moment becomes something lasting.
I saw you from the stage a shadow in the crowd,
Dancing all alone you seem caught up in my sound.
And when your eyes found mine your smile gave you away,
Every heartbeat electric — And I need to know your name.
Where will you be when the lights all fade? When the music dies and the songs are played?
I wanna feel your body burn, to the rhythm that we’ll play.
Your heartbeat keeping time, to the rhythm to my rhyme.
I’m dreaming us together while I’m up here on the stage,
Lost inside this moment, I drift outside the page.
Your gaze is pulling closer like a moth into the flame,
Beneath the chandeliers, I’m the desire you can’t contain.
Where will you be when midnights passed away?
Where will you be when the morning comes our way?
Will I find you there beside me still glowing from the ride?
Two heartbeats keeping time, your rhythm to my rhyme.
I’ve made you my fantasy, I’ve stripped all else away.
I’m caught up in this moment, but the band still wants to play…
So I sing my songs while the hours slip away,
Praying you’ll be waiting when I’ve sung the last refrain.
And when the lights go down, will you follow where I go?
Or vanish in the shadows as the curtain starts to close?
You’re where I want to be, when midnights passed away?
In your arms is where I’ll be, when the morning comes our way.
Still lying there together, our hearts in perfect time,
And for every night hereafter, your rhythm into mine.
To my rhyme…
And for every night hereafter — your rhythm and my rhyme.
