Testo Dancing In The Darkas Artie Shaw
And Iâm deep in a dream of you.
The smoke makes a stairway for you to decend;
You come to my arms, may this bliss never end,
For we love anew just as we used to do
When Iâm deep in a dream of you.
Then from the ceiling
Sweet music comes stealing;
We glide through a loverâs refrain.
Youâre so appealing
That Iâm soon revealing
My love for you over again.
My cigarette burns me, I wake with a start;
My hand isnât hurt, but threrâs pain in my heart.
Awake or asleep, evâry memâry Iâll keep
Deep in a dream of you.