Paroles de 'A Dancer Stole My Heart' par Finn Anderson

I want to love you but a dancer stole my heart
I should have known he was a burglar from the start
‘Cause all along he had that dancing walk
That only devils have and sinners stalk

I want to tell you but a writer took my words
I should have known with him my voice would not be heard
‘Cause all along he tried to start a war
The kind that only writers start and fools fall for

I want to kiss you but a singer stole my lips
He had magic at his icy fingertips
I should have known he’s take a piece of me
And that out consonance would cease to be

Hope for the breaking of past lovers’ spells
When there’s room in my bed for a somebody else
But until that day comes, I'm afraid we’ll be saying goodbye

I want to want you but a young man took my hand
He led me somewhere neither one of us had planned
And now he’s nothing but an empty space
A phantom presence on my pillowcase

His breathing wakes me like my window in the breeze
And what with singer, dancer, writer, it’s a squeeze
So forgive me please for sounding cruel
But I'm afraid this bed’s already full

Hope for the day when a man finds his way
Through the gorse and the hawthorn to where I will lay
The kiss that he places on my patient face is
The one to break the spell

Then, with the breaking of past lovers’ spells
There’ll be room in my bed for a somebody else
But until that day comes, I'm afraid we’ll be saying goodbye