Lyrics Three Dancers - Twelfth Night

Three Dancers

Raise one leg
Dream of death
Obliterate your sex
Holding breath
This is a memory
This is a trance
It is the middle
Of a broken last chance
It isn’t movement
It isn’t free
It is a moment
Deep in you and me
Dance… dance… dance…
Dance… dance… dance
Dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
Caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
A single eye
Stares from a face
With all the emptiness
Of limitless space
Without action
Without motion
Entombed in the oil
Of one man’s emotion
Never casual
More than a glance
Where the truth for a change
Has been paid in advance
Dance… dance… dance…
Dance… dance… dance
Dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
Caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
Dance… dance… dance…
Dance… dance… dance
Dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
Caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
And the window being open
Shows the sky far away
But the balustrade keeps us locked in
To make us dance all day