Just a still town girl on a Saturday night Looking for the fight of her life. In the real time world no one sees her at all, They all say she's crazy.
Locking rythms to the beat of her heart Changing movement into the light She has danced into the danger zone When the dancer becomes the dance.
It can cut you like a knife If the gift becomes the fire On the wire between will and what will be.
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before.
On the ice bleu line of insanity Is a place most never see. It's a hard won place of mystery, Touch it, but can't hold it.
You work all your life for that moment in time, It can come or pass you by. It's a push, shove the world, but there's always a chance If the hunger stays the night.
There's a cold kinetic heat Struggling, stretching for the peak, Never stopping with her head against the wind.
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know, And she's dancing like she's never danced before.
It can cut you like a knife If the gift becomes the fire On the wire between will and what will be.
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know, And she's dancing like she's never danced before.