Dancing bodies are never enough
Apparently. At least that is what you say to me
They can move between, under, over and everywhere
Exploring the furtherest of exiled desires
That have been hung on dark walls of a locked room with a black door
Scribbled in old blood: fear vulnerability
So. Sadly our dancing bodies are confined to drunken dawns inside leased out rooms
Our dancing bodies never to dance under the weak winter sunlight
Our bodies are not enough (according to you)
Never enough
To build heaven for us
Apparently. At least that is what you say to me
They can move between, under, over and everywhere
Exploring the furtherest of exiled desires
That have been hung on dark walls of a locked room with a black door
Scribbled in old blood: fear vulnerability
So. Sadly our dancing bodies are confined to drunken dawns inside leased out rooms
Our dancing bodies never to dance under the weak winter sunlight
Our bodies are not enough (according to you)
Never enough
To build heaven for us
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