Last Tango In Paris - Mongo Santamaria

We don’t exist

We are nothing but shadow and mist

In the mirror we look as we pass

No reflection’s revealed in the glass

Don’t you know that the blood in your vein is as lifeless

as yesterday’s rain?

It’s a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feel

But as long as we’re nameless our bodies are blameless

You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist

Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by chance

To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we swore was the last

We are shadows who dance

We don’t exist

We are nothing but shadow and mist

In the mirror we look as we pass

No reflection’s revealed in the glass

Don’t you know that the blood in your veinis as lifeless

as yesterday’s rain?

It’s a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feel

But as long as we’re nameless our bodies are blameless

You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist

Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not

by choice but by chance

To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we swore was the last

We are shadows who dance

We are shadows who dance