The Dance

The man in Berlin loves to dance By the mist of the soft evening moon; He takes his time to step on the rhyme But he never found the tune. There's a street where nobody goes Where sad echoes bounce off the walls; Where shadows march to the drum of woes And crawl fast down the lonely halls. You know dear I want you, I do I need to lie down with you soon; When the leaves on the tree are just a few Come to me when love howls a tune. There's a slice torn out of the sky Day is scented with lilies of snow; And weary birds find it hard to fly They are scattered with no where to go. There's a music hall in Berlin Where the notes play loud to reviews; There's a bar where no one is talking They're condemned to death by the blues. When will they look at your picture And see the lost lonely years? Come hold me my darling and dance To the music of fantastic tears. I'll dance with you in Berlin I'll be dressed in laughter’s disguise; With red roses between my breasts And my hand caressing your thighs. I'll yield to your aura of beauty And see what you've got chained to tomorrow; It will never be just a duty To love you without all my sorrow. This needs a bit of explanation; it has to do with the second world war, the echoes are the haunting past that brought the war about, and the shadows are soldiers involved in the war. The rest is about the elusive happiness that could not be found. For Chris Aechtner's contest