Look, there she dances!
Behind the curtain of dusk colors
Sunflower yellows and rose reds
And a spotlight of orange projected from
God knows where
The audience is chatting amongst themselves
The director stuck his head in a barrel which he found
In his mother’s back yard
Because it’s kind of fun to scream into a barrel
No one can hear you
Her dress is woven with cloth hearts
Tickling the black, wooden floor around
A pair of bare feet
Which tap in tune to a song
Only she can hear
Tapping
Tapping
How can there be a breeze backstage?
But there is
So this must be an enchanted place
Sit still and be nothing
Then maybe the Earth will touch you
Many would die for the chance
To feel the shiver of those burning fingertips
But everyone must die a little
To live a little
Then live a lot, if you want to join the dance
But that’s the difficult part
Leaping into the moment as it quivers far below you
Her face has the tranquility of statues
And the fluidity of water
The beauty of angels
And the humility of a servant
The nakedness of stars
And the mystery of God
To grab the golden heart, as it floats on air and time
Would be to jump into the fire
Even though it says it promises not to burn you
So she dances on
And the audience is made up of cowards to leave her behind the curtain
But that’s the way it is
Maybe in the end, they’ll join her
And they will all dance behind the curtain, center stage
And laugh and hug and cry, shedding tears of light
Behind the curtain of dusk colors
Sunflower yellows and rose reds
And a spotlight of orange projected from
God knows where
The audience is chatting amongst themselves
The director stuck his head in a barrel which he found
In his mother’s back yard
Because it’s kind of fun to scream into a barrel
No one can hear you
Her dress is woven with cloth hearts
Tickling the black, wooden floor around
A pair of bare feet
Which tap in tune to a song
Only she can hear
Tapping
Tapping
How can there be a breeze backstage?
But there is
So this must be an enchanted place
Sit still and be nothing
Then maybe the Earth will touch you
Many would die for the chance
To feel the shiver of those burning fingertips
But everyone must die a little
To live a little
Then live a lot, if you want to join the dance
But that’s the difficult part
Leaping into the moment as it quivers far below you
Her face has the tranquility of statues
And the fluidity of water
The beauty of angels
And the humility of a servant
The nakedness of stars
And the mystery of God
To grab the golden heart, as it floats on air and time
Would be to jump into the fire
Even though it says it promises not to burn you
So she dances on
And the audience is made up of cowards to leave her behind the curtain
But that’s the way it is
Maybe in the end, they’ll join her
And they will all dance behind the curtain, center stage
And laugh and hug and cry, shedding tears of light
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