I thought I knew the sunrise from the steelworks The grinding of the sky in red and black I thought we were the chance collision Blessed incision in the canvas Pushed beyond color, into breath and back So dance into a new world
I think I know the feeling of my own skin I concentrate to listen to my bones When all the while I'm just a pocket A self-shaped hole cut from the breathing solid-state A dualistic throne So dance into a new world
When the ground is shifting from your feet And the sense you talk is crowned deceit When you dance past gravity When the world will not believe Then dance into a new world