Arno Krabman - A Minor Dance lyrics

It starts with distant thunder born under skies Dressed in ochre Pressure rising up and over the anticipating land Under layers of white noise And through the static, sounds a voice I want to hear the song it sings again I remained outside, with every nerve alive Lightning struck without remorse And gave a cue to move indoors The TV died, as did the lights In the dark the radio came to life Under layers of white noise And through the static, sounds a voice I want to hear the song it sings again The secret station of my choice... Forgotten music in the noise Inviting me to dance a minor dance Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been... Faded and ethereal music that is dying to be heard Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again) Aided by a thunderstorm I came upon this station from old days I intended to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain I wander in beauty, and wander where I've been