When the morning grabs the sun
And refuses to let it go
When the frayed knot comes undone
On what you should and shouldn't know
When you show up every time
And every time's the same
We'll continue in our dance
On the head of the pin

When you take your glasses off
And all you hold dear becomes clear
When the first of Winters frost
Is the last of Summers cheer
When you come to the exact moment
Where you could do it all again
We'll continue in our dance
On the head of the pin

If the order of disaster
Is the order of the day
If your color's alabaster
With tiny flecks of gray
If the roar you can't ignore
Is coming from the lion's den
We'll continue in our dance
On the head of the pin