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