I, for some time, watched as from under the rubble you climbed
That look in your apocalyptic eye; so beautiful, vague and sublime
And how your feet just seem to glide
I admire how you can just drop it all and dance round
I'd be ashamed of my bellyaching and crying
They have nothing still survived and will forever
How many times?
Put on a smile, beat while we're dancing
How many times?
Put on a smile, beat while we're dancing
You can entertain any time
(Disaster revealing question in mind)
I get too lost in the brown, tall dancer
We will rise from the, from the dead, we rise
(and dance on our own grave)
We will rise from the, from the dead, we rise
(the answer in the party)
