Tap tap singing in my head closed onto the notes, the rhythm, the feet moving along. Tap tap Lindy-hop or swing. Tap tap jazz soul and heart. Tap tap blood pulsing through my veins, oxygen in ebullition, dancing till the moon sings.
Tap tap singing in my head closed onto the notes, the rhythm, the feet moving along. Tap tap Lindy-hop or swing. Tap tap jazz soul and heart. Tap tap blood pulsing through my veins, oxygen in ebullition, dancing till the moon sings.
A Fish on a Hill 