Danses-elle, en reverie You are the spastic source of the ocean life form Moving between your cage of ribs To juxtapose the gray, the human decay, and the Preoccupation of what can, who should, What you might and come what may – Waking up with a stranger in bed to have Wine in the morning, starve the dismay Evenings of making coffee and sense, Making away with the day
La fille, danse Pacific sway Pas de cheval, mais actuellement Il est le pas d’homme naturel There are a lot of things ugly about a place Where we chase until fall out, fall away Into acting offstage, and we can’t get away, no no Dance on, girl Dans la rue des esprits anciens And we’ll dance and we’ll dance