We resemble ghosts    Murky shapes within the crowd    And if the traffic were to stop and watch    They'd see our insides    All aroused with life    And view out sinew twist and turn       Our skin and bone have lost their tone    So lets dance as dead    Let's dance and sing our silences       We resemble ghosts    Bending light within our skin    Even though we are but human    Our chemestry is vibrant    We float when we touch    Molecules in the subatomic swing