Dreams from Darwin's Tango by Lou Nathanson

It, came from the night
and danced all day while burning white
It was, a part of me
It was the freak that I let free

Be, my dove and let me
Feel the beat of my own love
Be still, while I invent
A kind of wealth that can’t be spent

Like savage souls with hallowed hands
We’ll plant our fire in the sand
Then crack the fertile egg we sat
And dance the dragons we begat

Like dreams I see
My dreams I’ll be
When death my dreams will take
My dreams the earth will shake

Night is what we face
Beyond the rim of time and space
Sight is what we reap
Beyond a blind and primal leap

Like savage souls with hallowed hands
We’ll plant our fire in the sand
Then crack the fertile egg we sat
And dance the dragons we begat

Some dreams are not by choice
Some only sung in children’s voice
Sometimes, I find the grace
But other times there’s not a trace
Sometimes there’s not one trace

• Acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• singersongwriter
• Anchorage