We Came To Dance
Ultravox
1983
jaar
Top 40
Artiest
A-kant Titel
We Came To Dance
A-kant Lengte
4:08
A-kant Componist(en)
C. Cross, W. Cann, B. Currie, M. Ure
A-kant Producer(s)
George Martin
A-kant Engineer(s)
Geoff Emerick
B-kant titel
Reap The Wild Wind (Live Version)
B-kant lengte
3:53
B-kant componist(en)
C. Cross, W. Cann, B. Currie, M. Ure
B-kant mixage
John Hudson
Platenlabel
Chrysalis
Hoogste positie UK
18
Hoogste positie US
-
Album
Quartet
Tipparade
Songtekst
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
We came to dance.
The piper calls out a different rhyme.
He cracks the whip and we step in time.
Standing as the parade goes passing by.
I hear a voice around me cry.
Like the sound of distant drums.
Rejected and alone.
A heart without a home.
And someone said...
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
We came to dance.
The piper calls out a different rhyme.
He cracks the whip and we step in time.
We came to dance.
Waiting as the panic grips my hand.
Hearing prose from high command.
Like a million times before.
No dignity or grace.
It's the prize and not the race.
And someone said...
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
We came to dance.
The piper calls out a different rhyme.
He cracks the whip and we step in time.
We came to dance.
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
"Take what you can" they said.
Take it while you may.
But keep in mind the penalty fits the crime.
And it deals no softened blow.
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
We came to dance.
The piper calls out a different rhyme.
He cracks the whip and we step in time.
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
We came to dance.
The piper calls out a different rhyme.
He cracks the whip and we step in time.
We came to dance.
Making moves from a passion play.
The ties that bind us just slip away.
We came to dance.
The piper calls out a different rhyme.
He cracks the whip and we step in time.