Dance me love de 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 me, love
dance me through the dark