To dance with the shadows,
Is to defeat reality;
To get to the other side,
Of this vanity.
With an empty heartbeat,
Like a boom box inside of me,
I dance with the shadows,
Of creativity.
Proud, graceful and fragile,
The tender night-time makes me,
I try to catch up to the steps,
I try to reach all eternity,
I try to beat unanimity,
I try to slip away;
Like the broken strings of anarchy.
Nobody can touch me here,
Nobody can make me fall,
I’m supreme, the best,
I’m the prettiest of them all.
To dance with the shadows,
Is to dance with your destiny,
There’s no room for morals,
And none for practicality.
I never dance alone,
There are a million others swaying with me,
Pure, sacred and lovely,
Bare silhouettes set me free…
