Dance Hall Years

Every gun like Italian wine is numbered and named

And every child with his cup of rain

Is caught in his dreams to be – that’s, oh misery

And the need for freedom drives a woman wild

She imagines what’s hers

When selling water by the riverside

That’s a story we never learn – so we burn!

Oh, closer to Heaven than ever before

Painting the walls we paint over the door

Chorus

How strong are we meant to be

How far can we fall

How long can we live with the tears

Of the dance hall years?

Too much love drives a man insane

He’s gonna murder for words

When he’s out of touch with his resting place

And scared he might lose his turn – oh he burns!

Oh rolling the dice with a six in the glove

Who needs a new definition of love?

How log can this go on, how real is real

How wrong are the faithful to feel - ?

Repeat chorus

Story we never learn – so we burn

Closer to heaven than ever before

Painting the walls we paint over the door

How long can this go on, how real is real

How wrong are the faithful to feel - ?

Repeat chorus

words & music: Andy Hill & Peter Sinfield