| Couldn't help myself. This is the tune, which got me into MPP. Amazing. ---------------------------------------- A dancer who was high in a field from a moment Caught my breath on my way home Couldnt stop that spinning force I fell into you Everything drowns you to giggle You are up with the flower and I care So the dancer who gets wild to the deep reveling rhythm But I am always away for weeks that pass slow like mind gets lost Feeling envy for the kid who danced in spite of anything And were out in the flowers and feel better If I could just leave my body for the night Then we could be dancing no more missing you while I am gone Then we could be dancing and youd smile and say I like this song And then ours would meet them we will recognize nothings wrong And I wouldnt feel so selfish I wont be this way very long To hold you in time To hold you in time To hold you in time To hold you in time And were dancing, early hours drunken days finally ended And the streets turn for pillowcase And I fumble all good lie Then the ecstasy turns the writhing light through our windowpane Now I am gone, I left flowers for you there |
