And then The Dance of Love Shall be Everything
The heat of love in some far away place...
And then the dance of love shall be everything; The evening ghost shimmers across the white wall, And the shimmering heat dries up the Blood from your bitten lip, The cotton curse blows in with the sea breeze, And all that sounds in the distance Are the far off waves crashing. When I lie, watching you sleep In siesta, mi senora guapa, My heart is your heart, My love is my love for you, I reach my fingertips, to your finge...