From the album Stories Left Untold

This song is mostly based on a dream, though the last two verses are thoughts about life and my birthplace.

Lyrics

With my arm
Round your waist
in the evening

You go whirling and twirling about
Somehow your eyes never leave me
You dance into my arms and then out

I am desperate
to reach further
inside you

To lay claim to my deepest desires
You just laugh as you whirl round a lamppost
Dance for you for the world and for I

your face turns
And your hair
Falls in ringlets

I’m pulled down into the depths of your eyes
I dive deep with no air to sustain me
I give all to be part of your life

In your silence
There is no
Sanctuary

more questions than answers it seems
there no depth to the world that’s around us
no waking us up from this dream

There is love
in the touch of your hand
in the food that you made me
in desire unfurled
and your grace
pulls me into the circle
draws me into the dance
the Dance of the World


There is one word
For snow
In most places

There are more words when you feel pain
There are sweet words spoken soft between lovers
We have no need for words when we pray

When we pray
For the wars
To be over

When we pray for return of the light
When we dance once again with abandon

When we whirl together into the night

I look for you
in the streets
of the city

Deep in the Village for clues of the past
We used to meet by St. Christophers Statue
There’s the hotel where we used to crash

I am wrecked
on the rocks
of your island

My ship scattered and tattered and torn
The old places have all been demolished
There’s the place where they say I was born

There is love
in the touch of your hand
in the food that you made me
in desire unfurled
and your grace
pulls me into the circle
draws me into the dance
the Dance of the World