Erasmus poem
Dusk or dawn, I don't know anymore
Danced so much I can't be that sure
Why is it that the last week is so revealing?
Are we already regretting everything we didn't say
and trying to make up for it?
By dancing harder than ever before
Lights on so we remember more
Another surprise, another chord
I might not be in love with you but it's still a nice dream
If only you would let yourself be seen















