Story Behind The Song

This is about meeting a girl in a danceclub...surrounded by a fog of dry ice. We both had our fun and moved on.

Song Description

Reminiscing about a brief encounter with a girl

Lyrics

The first time I ever put my hands on your hips, you didn't flinch, no.
And every time I've done it since you just moved a little closer.
And we danced to the beat until the sunlight came in through the shutters
And when the dancing was done, we went home together.

And we danced all night
Until the wee hours
No, don't you talk about love
She's a dry ice woman, I'm a dry ice fella

The first time ever our lips they did meet
You caught me right off guard
I was just focusing on the beat
when you came out of the blind light
and we raised our hands as one, in praise of the rhythm
And when the dancing was done, we just kept going on

And we danced all night
Way until the wee hours
No, don't you talk about love
You're a dry ice woman, I'm a dry ice fella

Don't you talk about love, in the club now, in the club no
Don't you talk about love

The last time you and me did meet
It was far from the dancefloor
We passed each other on the street, and we just kept walking
But when I looked back at you
I could hear the thump of a bassline
And I remember you and me in another place and another time
In another place and another time

Where we danced all night
Until the wee hours
And we moved to the rhythm
'till the sun came in through the shutters
When we went home we went under the covers (got to change this line)
Ah, you and me are just dry ice lovers
You and me, are just a pair of dry ice lovers