The Dance And Its Disappearance – Gord Downie & The Country Of Miracles
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My mind, a scrub before the wind My heart’s a-pounding, let me in It’s all a-happening in a glint Ballroom blue, it’s just me and you We are the dance and its disappearance
The air a taste of mint And night’s been coming ever since The sun’s been giving off its dark hints In orangy glows and Sudbury yellows We are the dance and its disappearance
In the distance, a howling wolf
But in the darkness there’s a tinge A slightest streak of blood-orange Like a drop of blood to the rusty door hinge Our beautiful due, it’s still me and you We are the dance and its disappearance
Our beautiful due I’ve been thinking about you We are the dance and its disappearance We are the dance and its disappearance We are the dance and its disappearance