Twelfth Night - Three Dancers текст песни

Raise one leg
Dream of death
Obliterate your sex
Holding breath

This is a memory
This is a trance
It is the middle
Of a broken last chance

It isn't movement
It isn't free
It is a moment
Deep in you and me

Dance... dance... dance...
Dance... dance... dance
Dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
Caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance

A single eye
Stares from a face
With all the emptiness
Of limitless space

Without action
Without motion
Entombed in the oil
Of one man's emotion

Never casual
More than a glance
Where the truth for a change
Has been paid in advance

Dance... dance... dance...
Dance... dance... dance
Dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
Caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance

Dance... dance... dance...
Dance... dance... dance
Dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
Caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance

And the window being open
Shows the sky far away
But the balustrade keeps us locked in
To make us dance all day