[Verse] Copper kettle sings a golden tune, dancing light on tiles beneath the moon. You stir the tea with a silver spoon, eyes like stars, full of old-school moon. [Pre-Chorus] And you say, “Back then, the night was wide, no phone in sight, but the world was alive.” [Chorus] Oh, we danced through fire, lost in the groove, under neon skies, hearts on the move. You were the queen of the disco floor, and the world was just a slow dance, more. No need to run, no need to hide— you taught me hope in every slide. [Verse] I see you in the shimmer on the wall, a sequin dream in vintage thrall. Your laughter’s echo, soft and low, a rhythm that still makes me glow. [Pre-Chorus] And you say, “Love’s not a thing you catch, it’s a pulse that lives in every patch.” [Chorus] Oh, we danced through fire, lost in the groove, under neon skies, hearts on the move. You were the queen of the disco floor, and the world was just a slow dance, more. No need to run, no need to hide— you taught me hope in every slide. [Bridge] Now the lights are dim, the records slow, but the beat still hums—like you, I know. Every step, a promise, old and true: the future’s a dance, and we’re still moving through. [Chorus] Oh, we danced through fire, lost in the groove, under neon skies, hearts on the move. You were the queen of the disco floor, and the world was just a slow dance, more. No need to run, no need to hide— you taught me hope in every slide. [Outro] Tea cools down, the music stays… a heartbeat in the quiet haze. Mama, I’m still dancing in your light— tonight, and every night.