Strangers by day and lovers by night,
you can’t make your heart feel something it won’t.
I am alive, yet I’m dying.

Dancing looks right through me. Dancing round in circles,
creating like minds that desire to stand by me,
for all I want to do is dance.
Someone asks what death has got to do with it.
Yet I see the true color as I whirl and swing my image.
Inventing the future wouldn’t be a problem.

Things stand *****.
Thank you for the thrill not the standing ovation.
All I want to do is dance not die.
Just the way a discovery can change your life
a mistake can alter it.

Are these the best days of my life?
How do I convince you
that seeing through my eyes aint natural for me
but my steps don’t show it,
even as my passion relinquishes the spotlight?

Yes, the spotlight.
Am I going to die or am I dead?
I have been dancing too long to die now.
No, I have been dying too long to dance now.
Dance has an appointment with death.

Pouring on the dance floor; aspiring to reveal what I feel.
I think I just have to go further to be seen clearer.
20 bucks I say you don’t feel my pain
yet you read my aim, seeking my name.
What I am isn’t what you need.

When the music plays everyone knows its time to dance,
everyone wants to dance with me.
How many of you don’t want to have some fun?
When the sun goes down,
how many of you would want to die with me?

The feet lead in dancing.
They trust each other.
They dance together & die together.
You dance with me but won’t die with me.
I am dying yet I’m dancing.