The Empty Dancehall Songtext
Ribbons from your dancing shoes,
In shreds and threads and feeling used,
Are hanging up our yesterdays.
Down the street, the empty dancehalls,
Due to empty circumstance
All seem to be closed down today.
And through the silence...
I hear the word for love,
I hear the word for death,
In shreds and threads and feeling used,
Are hanging up our yesterdays.
Down the street, the empty dancehalls,
Due to empty circumstance
All seem to be closed down today.
And through the silence...
I hear the word for love,
I hear the word for death,
But I don't hear any answer.
While death can talk of la mort,
And love can whisper l'amour
The floor has lost his dancers.
Take your partner by the hand,
And dance to the ghost of a sarabande,
Moving like a miracle.
Shoe to shoe and cheek to cheek,
Every day of every week,
Step by step by century.
Through the silence...
While death can talk of la mort,
And love can whisper l'amour
The floor has lost his dancers.
Take your partner by the hand,
And dance to the ghost of a sarabande,
Moving like a miracle.
Shoe to shoe and cheek to cheek,
Every day of every week,
Step by step by century.
Through the silence...
COUSIN, ANDY / BRICHENO, TIM / PRICE, MARK / REGAN, JULIANNE /
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