Looking on, I see the stance As you strain at the lifts and turns Not at peace, no release from this beast To which you're saddled even now This weariness, a sentenced life As you gaze into eyes long dead You remand by a strand Icy hands with which you grapple In a rhythm without a flow
One and a two and a three and a four The cue that is calling you back You lead and you follow and stumble again The meter and tempo are lost You're dancing with the past
This heaviness, you drag along as you trip just to step in time Healing slow, tears will flow, Letting go is half the battle to be won You dwell in tombs among the dead, you breathe this air diseased Feeling used, deeply bruised, so confused You're stunned and rattled by the pacing and by the tune
One and a two and a three and a four The cue that is calling you back You lead and you follow and stumble again The meter and tempo are lost You're dancing with the past
You dwell in tombs among the dead, you breathe this air diseased Feeling used, deeply bruised, so confused You're stunned and rattled by the pacing and by the tune