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