Es ist, was es ist ...

um der alten Zeiten willen.

on the dance floor, remind me, Baby, of you…

Es ist schon eigenartig, dass nur eine einzige Zeile einen ganzen Lebensabschnitt, den ich eigentlich erfolgreich verdrängt glaubte, erbarmungslos vor meinem geistigen Auge ablaufen lassen kann. Großformatig und in Technicolor. Und alles andere erst einmal ausblendet. Nur weil so ein plärriges Radio im Hintergrund läuft, klopft die Melancholie an meine Tür.

Nun gut, liebe Melancholie, komm doch rein und mach es dir gemütlich:

Teardrops

Whenever I hear goodbyes, remind me baby of you
I break down and cry, next time I'll be true, yeah
Fever for lost romance, remind me baby of you
I took a crazy chance, but next time I'll be true
I'll be true, I'll be true

Footsteps on the dance floor remind me baby of you
Teardrops in my eyes, next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the powder room, she cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune

When I'm dancing around, remind me baby of you
I really let you down, next time I'll be true, yeah
I took a crazy chance, she cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune

Footsteps on the dance floor remind me baby of you
Teardrops in my eyes, next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the powder room, she cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune

And the music don't feel like it did when I felt it with you
Nothing that I do or feel ever feels like I felt it with you

Hurting deep inside, she cries on every tune
I break down and cry, she cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune

Footsteps on the dance floor remind me baby of you
Teardrops in my eyes, next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the powder room, she cries on every tune
Every tune, every tune

Footsteps on the dance floor remind me baby of you
Teardrops in my eye-eyes, next time I'll be true, yeah
Whispers in the powder room, she cries on every tune
(Womack & Womack)