Colour Blind - The Pop Group

He knew the secrets

He knew how to cry

But we didn’t ask him if he wanted to die

Secret impulses

Quivering sexual spasms

Only the intense can dance without moving

Naked cold heart

Open only to darkness

Blackness is light

When you’re shut off from sunlight

I am and am not haunted by the angel of indecision

Calling me back from the past

Calling

I’m about to leave the other men

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Can dance without moving

His creative blood was warm

White man cut with ice

Only that can tell you the colour of Christ

He died upon the flaming cross

The link is forever lost

The devils created a living hell of torment

Stretched but not allowed to break

Colour blind

Colour blind

Not real enough to die

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving

Can dance without moving

Moving, moving

Moving, moving, moving