A Jigsaw The Waltz Of Fear
The waltz of fear waits for me
Her taste is old – her lips are enough
The woman inside hides from me
With dramas to love and lies to be told
Oh I’ll fall, but in truth Their eyes won’t see the way,
The way I dance as I fall
my tired feet they know , this is the way the dance goes
my tired blood he said this is the way that we’ll flow
my tired eyes will say I’ve never been so close to something so pure
the flood will steal our steps
but our weakened limbs won’t show the grace of time
Oh we’ll fall, but in truth their eyes won’t see the way,
The way we dance as we fall
my tired feet they know , this is the way the dance goes
my tired blood he said this is the way that we’ll flow
my tired eyes will say I’ve never been so close to something so…
The waltz of fear waits for you
Her taste is old – her lips are enough
