Dancing, crying, dying
They are dancing heads on shoulders
Drowned in music they feel so lonely
That time could stop…and it stops…
‘Till she starts crying tigh in her arms
Quietly on the dance floor, tears are falling
But she won’t tell the pain
‘Till she feels like dying
Now they are praying, driven on the fast lane
With sirens and lights, and all that blood on her face
She sees the fear in her eyes
But can’t find the words
So she holds her hand tenderly in hers
‘Till she stops living