The Seventh Bell
Walking at sunset to the beautiful gloom
An eve of pleasure spun on my loom
Strolling through these fields of France
Fate it seems would take a chance
I come upon you, but what could I find
A heavenly being so lovely and kind
Midnight strikes a shot at romance
A look at each other, it’s time to dance
Dance with me the dance of love
Dance with me and the stars above
Dance with me the dance of our lives
Dance with me among these knives
If you would, dance with me tonight
Passion turns to light the candle
Love so hot it’s hard to handle
Your eyes on fire with passionate light
Burning my soul in the blessed night
Every kiss we share is a smoking gun
Our hearts so close they beat as one
The night is ours, all by ourselves
Dancing it away till the seventh bell
Dance with me the dance of love
Dance with me and the stars above
Dance with me the dance of our lives
Dance with me among these knives
If you would, dance with me tonight
Your body moves so perfectly
Here in my arms you belong to me
With the skin of silk and looks to kill
Music of the night so soft and shrill
Hands together in spinning charm
The breaking dawn strikes my alarm
To stay and love, or to flee and survive
Glowing eyes extend your reply
With a broken heart I hold you tight
My body to ashes at dawns first light
Dance with me the dance of love
Dance with me and the stars above
Dance with me the dance of our lives
Dance with me among these knives
If you would, dance with me tonight
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