Will you come and dance with me?

Will you come and dance with me?
It really doesn’t take any practice…
You need this!
I can read your face and it tells the full story…
You are stuck in a place of half believing and half doubting.

Come on, the greatest adventures seem childish…
Out here the air has a different taste…
We will pull the magic right out of the dance floor…
And go bob, bob, bobbing.

It may have been so long that you have forgotten the steps…
Without risk your life will just become drier than the day before…
You may start to feel like you are stuffed in a sausage casing…
And my simple, pretty, dance will set you free.

Don’t think, the decision should be quick…
How quick? A fast as I can eat a buttered muffin…
To dance with me is like walking on water to another shore…
There is another shore, you know.

For me, the dance floor is covered in a downy white…
Wild and loving and free…
With so many angels in the band…
Deep inside, I think you know what it is like.

I love you,

Annie