The Dance of the Seven Veils

The Dance of the Seven Veils I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero, Fast wheels spun under neon light, But love can’t last when you must go. Time for Me to Fly on the radio, pure rock ‘n’ roll, Fingertips traced a dream burnt bright, I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero. The hum of the engine, the fever, the glow, You swore you’d stay, but fate said, "not quite," Love can’t last when you must go. The rearview blurred, but I saw the show, Obsessed by echoes of Saturday nights, I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero. The speed of our love was too fast, too bold, You chased the white line, I faded out of sight, ...