Erinnerung

I know the steps. I know the key. I know the dance worth dying for. Holding a hand. Swirling in sync. Songs that I hum to myself in my sleep. And if I ever go dancing, again I'll be young. Won't find me regretting the songs that we sung. From holding and fretting, To never forgetting, I lived. 'Cause I know the steps. I know the key. I know the dance worth dying for. Taking what's left, Learning to grieve. Dancing when all that remains is my feet. And if I never go dancing, the one was enough. I'll pass reminiscing the rhythm of love. From floating and falling, to coping and calling. From kissing and begging, to missing and guessing. From holding and fretting, To never forgetting, I lived.