Smile with me, dream with me, and dance the dance of death. Round and round, let’s go, caught in each others’ arms. The music is alive, though the ground is crumbling beneath us. We are a moment, a chance meeting, a breath. Will we fall? Will we rise? When I gaze into your eyes, I think we shall turn and turn and turn, spinning and spinning, until the music ends. When I’m with you, I always hear the music, so let the floor fall; I’ll dance with you. I’ll only be free when I’m bound to you, free to dance.
Free to Dance
Tale Told 