Lyrics

Dance. Reflections of a fool The shining of his art And Dance The beating of a drum When four hearts beat as one The rising of the sum These doors have all been open right from the star In matters of the heart Dance. Clowns in the street The city is asleep And. no-one hears the beat Dance The clowns turning red And heroes take a day These eyes are painted red Dance. Why are all these faces turning away Dance. Hear what this body's longing to say In Matters of the Heart Dance. Reflections on a pool Revisions of a fool The shining of his art And Dance. The beating of a drum A million hearts as one The rising of the sun These doors have all been open right from the star In matters of the heart Dance. Why are these faces turning away Dance. Hear what this body's longing to say In matters of the hear In matters of the hear In matters of the hear