Dance. Reflections on a pool The dancing 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 sun
These doors have all been open right from the start In matters of the heart
Dance. Clowns in the street The city is asleep And no-one hears the beat And. Dance. The clowns's turning red And heroes take a day These eyes are painted red.
These eyes were blind and empty right from the start In matters of the heart
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 start In matters of the heart
Dance. Why are all these faces turning away Dance. Hear what this body's longing to say In matters of the heart In matters of the heart In matters of the heart