Dublin Waltz

Liquor burns my tongue.

It stings to count to three and look to see ahand up on your waist.

But he holds you like he should.

Graceful,gliding, glimpse of lover's kiss.

Another round of ale, and i don'tbelieve this.

Movements of a demigod.

We're caught in a waltz, and ihope we dance forever.

A dream from which i'll never part.

And awakefrom your arms, i'd never, ever.

He whispers in your ear.

From what isee, it turns you on, sends shivers down your back, like the violinruns.

Graceful, gliding, glimpse of lover's touch.

I can dance with mygloves on, i think this has gone far enough.

Watch your steps andcount to three.

Stare across the room with careful scrutiny.

Assessthe situation.

Proof is what it needs, to show that i'm a man.

I knowjust what i want, and have the liquid confidence to show her what i'vegot.

The man that never cared, that never bottled up and hid from allthe feelings that he had, and all the things he never did.

I stop myslurring speech and expect the best reply.

"will you dance before thenight ends, just one more time?" adrenaline, the confirmation, losingto the charm...

In my arms.