Dance

In the ballroom, I slide You can feel it, I know And embrace is so tight And the rhythm is slow. I am careful too much As we walk in the mist I can sense warmth of touch. Like a merciless beast Shadow’s following us – Doubt, but crossing the line I want take up the glass And to drink blood-red wine Just for you dying youth There’s no hope there’s no sense I have known heartless truth It’s not love it’s just dance.