| D# | Cm | |
| Y | esterday - well it seem | ed so cool |
| G# | A# | |
| When I wa | lked you home, kis | sed goodnight |
| G# | A# | |
| I | said "it's love" you sa | id "all right" |
| D# | Cm | |
| I | t's funny how I could ne | ver cry |
| G# | A# | |
| U | ntil tonight and yo | u pass by |
| G# | A# | |
| H | and in hand with an | other guy |
| G# | A# | |
| Y | ou're dressed to kill and gu | ess who's dying? |
| F | Dm | |
| D | ance away the h | eartache |
| A# | C | F | Dm | |
| D | ance away the te | ars - Da | nce away |
| Loneliness is a crowded room |
| Full of open hearts turned to stone |
| All together all alone |
| All at once my whole world had changed |
| Now I'm in the dark, off the wall |
| Let the strobe light up them all |
| I close my eyes and dance till dawn |
| Dance away - |
| Now I know I must walk the line |
| Until I find an open door |
| Off the street onto the floor |
| There was I - many times a fool |
| I hope and pray, but not too much |
| Out of reach is out of touch |
| All the way is far enough |
| Dance away - |