Dawn Xiana Moon

    Waiting to Dance

    Words and Music by Dawn Xiana Moon

    Why does everything seem to end
    Just when I find the will to see it through
    Why does nothing seem to last
    Just when Ideals withered next to you

    And I was waiting on the floor
    For a hand offered me
    I was waiting to dance in your night
    And breathe the nearness of you

    Why do words seem to die
    Just when I reach clichés come into view
    Why does breaking here seem wrong
    Just when I thought create something new

    And I was waiting on the floor
    For a hand offered me
    I was waiting to dance in your night
    And breathe the nearness of you

    And breathe the nearness of you

    © 2003

 

 

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