Song and Poetry by Daniel Homan
Created from David Homan’s classical work Melancholy Dance (Link to Melancholy Dance mp3)
Arranged by David Homan

Jason Simon, Vocals

Nadav Lev, Guitar
Yoed Nir, Cello/Strings
John Davis, Bass
David Homan, Piano
Ziv Ravitz, Drums/Percussion

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Instrumental:

A Section:

The waves are coming, we are on a cliff
I thought we met to destroy the world,
Your hand, it slips and you back away like I’m
I’m dangerous

B Section:

I’m dangerous
I’m dangerous
and you back away
And you back away

A Section:

You twist, the air is cold and grey,
The clouds are hanging in a somber way
I thought we met to decide the times
The cruel design

B Section:

I’m dangerous
I’m dangerous
and you wanted
You demanded
You wanted to know
The cruel design

Chorus:

I see your sadness
I see your pain
Swimming ‘gainst the strongest currents
In the sea of Endless rain
And if you leave me,
I’ll disappear below the water,
I feel the terror in your bones
In how you stop and stutter
And if you’d love me,
I’d break free of this killing trance,
the cruel design has always been
our melancholy dance
So if you love me, you’ll meet me by the water’s edge,
cause the world is crumbling like stones

A Section:

I reached out, caught your hand, and felt it slip,
Like your fingers had nothing to do with it,
Weren’t we to meet by the pale moon?
I’m through with somber solitudes

You knew the waters
The storms are here
I see your boat as your getaway
The waves are climbing
Like your hope
You’re swallowed whole

B Section:

I’m dangerous
I’m dangerous
You’re gone, you’re gone
The cruel design

Chorus:

I see your sadness
I see your pain
Swimming ‘gainst the strongest currents
In the sea of endless rain
And if you leave me,
I’ll disappear below the water,
I feel the terror in your bones
In how you stop and stutter
And if you’d love me,
I’d break free of this killing trance,
the cruel design has always been
our melancholy dance
And if you love me, you’ll meet me by the water’s edge,
‘cause the world is crumbling like stones