We can move with savage grace
To the rhythms of the night
Cool and remote like dancing girls
In the heat of the beat and the lights
And the lights
We can wear the rose of romance
An air of joie de vivre
Too tender hearts upon our sleeves
Or skin as thick as thieves
Thick as thieves
Look in
To the eye of the storm
Look out
For the force without form
Look around
(Rising falling at force ten)
At the sight and sound
(We twist the world and ride the wind)
Look in, look out, look around