I feel so unsure, As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. As the music dies... Something in your eyes, Calls to mind a silver screen, And all its sad goodbyes.
CHORUS I'm never gonna dance again, Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool. I should have known better than to cheat a friend, And waste a chance that I'd been given. So I'm never gonna dance again, The way I danced with you.
Time can never mend, The careless whisper of a good friend. To the heart and mind, Ignorance is kind... There's no comfort in the truth, Pain is the hole you'll find.
REPEAT CHORUS
What am I without your love? Tonite the music seems so loud, I wish that we could lose this crowd. Maybe it's better this way, We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say.
We could have been so good together, We could have lived this dance forever... But now, who's gonna dance with me? Please stay. (Alternatively): And now it's never gonna be
Путин говорил Маккартни: - Пол, мне всегда так нравилась музыка Битлов! Я ведь даже хотел новый гимн России тебе заказать... Но Пол, ты же знаешь этих Михалковых - это ж такая мафия!
