The song “Dance Me to the End of Love” comes on, and Martina laughs.
“What is that?”
“That's good shit," I say.
I think about going online and looking for a cover version of “Dance Me to the End of Love.” Perhaps a cover might be a little easier.
But I decide not to. Let’s let this version roll.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand, touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
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