Body's cold the party's started
lying in a hole
Fertilizer from your skin
and compost from your soul
And all across the universe
mysterious energies
create more life from your life's
leftover debris
Shadows in the living room
whispers of circumstance
Cause somewhere in the afterlife
even the dead still dance
We dance
We dance
Heroes and villains who's ever willing
to bust the thing a part
Indecisions and glorious visions
gnawing at your heart
What were those foreshadows telling you
in the movie of your life
A hero blinded by hubris
and willing to sacrifice
Music in the corridors
eyes like a hungry trance
Bones and feathers on the floor
maybe we're all just ants
Or shadows in the living room
whispers of circumstance
Somewhere on the open road
even the dead still dance
We dance
We dance
Humbled by the prospects
of all that could've been
Sitting in a coffee shop
thankful just to grin
Awake for just a moment long
enough to realize
that for most of my existence
I'd been hypnotized
by my own sense of glamour
by my own magic rocks
Bending and shaping reality
til it mashed up with my thoughts
Music in the corridors
mocking your soul's advance
Cause even in the afterlife
maybe the dead still laugh
Shadows in the living room
whispers of sweet romance
Cause somewhere in the evening now
even the dead still dance
We dance
We dance
We dance
We dance
We dance
We dance
We dance
We dance