I was never fond of the Tango,
the dance that was never through.
But even so, I tangoed,
I tangoed with you.
Passion fuels our every step
red hot anger, crimson lust.
Everything in between
is scattered in our dust.
I wish you'd give me a signal
for I am sick of all the lies.
What are you trying to tell me
with your tired, angry eyes?
I can't see clearly when I look at you,
my vision's blurred from all the tears,
But as we dance this tango,
I forget the pain from all the years.
I was never fond of the Tango,
the dance that was never through.
But it takes two to tango
so I’ll tango with you.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
I was never fond of the Tango,
the dance that was never through.
But even so, I tangoed,
I tangoed with you.
Passion fuels our every step
red hot anger, crimson lust.
Everything in between
is scattered in our dust.
I wish you'd give me a signal
for I am sick of all the lies.
What are you trying to tell me
with your tired, angry eyes?
I can't see clearly when I look at you,
my vision's blurred from all the tears,
But as we dance this tango,
I forget the pain from all the years.
I was never fond of the Tango,
the dance that was never through.
But it takes two to tango
so I’ll tango with you.