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.
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