raise one leg   dream of death   obliterate your sex   holding breath      this is a memory   this is a trance   it is the middle   of a broken last chance      it isn't movement   it isn't free   it is a moment   deep in you and me      dance... dance... dance...   dance... dance... dance   dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance   caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance      a single eye   stares from a face   with all the emptiness   of limitless space      without action   without motion   entombed in the oil   of one man's emotion      never casual   more than a glance   where the truth for a change   has been paid in advance      dance... dance... dance...   dance... dance... dance   dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance   caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance      dance... dance... dance...   dance... dance... dance   dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance   caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance      and the window being open   shows the sky far away   but the balustrade keeps us locked in   to make us dance all day