Backstage with the modern dancers She was stretching her Configuring her body While they were breathing, they were shouting She was concentrating on her breathing And didn't seem to mind As I sat on the couch And tuned my guitar Played a few cords Like roses growing their thorns Getting ready to preform With bare feet and painted faces They took their places And shivering legs beneath colourful gowns
And they were on the wooden floors The sweat from their pores I'm writing a list Of song I can sing by myself Backstage with the modern dancers Who feel it like I do Like I feel it, like I feel it Backstage with the modern dancers Getting ready to go on She showed me her spin With a beauty from within And all of these things I don't think they should be released