Текст: Monty Are I. Wall of People. Dublin Waltz.

Liquor burns my tongue
It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist
But he holds you like he should
Graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover's kiss
Another round of ale, an I don't believe this

Movements of a demigod
We're caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever
A dream from which we'll never part
And awake from your arms, I'd never, ever, ever, baby

He whispers in your ear
From what it seems it turns you on
Sends shivers down your back, like the violin runs
graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover's touch
I can dance with my gloves on, I think this has gone far enough

Movements of a demigod
We're caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever
A dream from which we'll never part
And awake from your arms, I'd never, ever, ever, end


Watch your steps and count to three

Stare across the room with careful scrutiny
Assess the situation
Proof is what I need, to show that I'm a man
I know just what I want, and have the liquid confidence to show her what I've got
The man that never care, that never bottled up and hid from all the feelings that he had, and all the
things he never did
I stop my slurring speech and expect the best reply
"Will you dance before the night ends, just one more time?"
Adrenaline, the confirmation, losing to the charm..In my arms, In My arms

Movements of a demigod
We're caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever
A dream from which we'll never part
And awake from your arms, I'd never, ever, ever, end