Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER  The tower grows into the night  The power pumps fortissimo  There are no pressures at this height  The world a bagatelle below  Tonight we dance  Tonight we dance  We dance - extravagance!  The bride is blessed the table laid  Bring on the devils and the priests  The dance is hot and Heaven-made  For the most moveable of feasts  The house account is in the black  The glasses loaded on the tray  A certain style is coming back  Or else it never went away  Tonight we dance  Tonight we dance  We dance - extravagance!  Tonight - intolerance  Tonight - irrevelance  Tonight - deliverance  Tonight - extravagance!  Tonight we dance  Tonight we dance  We dance - extravagance!  Autour de nous il tombe des bombes  Plus besoin de creuser nos tombes  On est tous des morts en vacances  Mais on s'en fout, ce soir on danse  The table's blessed the bride is laid  Bring on the devils and the priests  The dance is hot and Heaven-made  For the most moveable of feasts  Tonight we dance  Tonight we dance  We dance - extravagance!  Tonight - intolerance  Tonight - irrevelance  Tonight - deliverance  Tonight - extravagance!  Tonight we dance