Dance Me Love - Silje Nergaard
Your weak afterglow,
Can't warm a heart in sorrow.
The spark that is left behind,
Can't light a troubled mind.
Your fire I know,
Can warm those bleak tomorrows.
The dark must not enter in,
So let the dance begin.
Dance me, love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance me, love,
Dance me through the dark.
We move to and fro,
We beg or steal or borrow.
A love that can fan the spark,
And help us face the dark.
Dance me, love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance ,my love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance me ,love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance ,my love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance me ,love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance ,my love,
Dance me through the dark.
Dance me through the dark.