Dance - Brassica, Stuart Warwick

Whenever the gloom leads me into

wet concrete, and jokes about romance.

Whenever the black mist engulfs

every inch of my soul and I’m paralysed.

Whenever the numbness overcomes my body, and holds me in a trance.

I need to dance.

Whenever the thoughts of unrequited love devour up the days,

When every look is frozen and I am gutted, left a hollow shell.

When I’m consumed with things that

never were and things that cannot be.

When I’m consumed with things that

never were and things that cannot be.

I need to dance,

I need to dance, alone.

I need to dance,

Let it all out.

I need to dance.

Whenever the thoughts of unrequited love devour up the days,

When every look is frozen and I am gutted, left a hollow shell.

When I’m consumed with things that

never were and things that cannot be.

When I’m consumed with things that

never were and things that cannot be.

I need to dance,

I need to dance,

I need to dance,

I need to dance.