Three Dancers - Twelfth Night

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