Dancing on

The floor falls beneath my feet

We’re dancing on a carpet

of shattered glass and broken lives

that never come again.

We’re lost and spinning

Falling down

Then climbing slowly up.

If you can find the way we came

We could retrace our steps.

The bloody path we leave behind,

Should guide us safely home,

But homes a place I’ve been before,

A place I know quite well.

So let’s dance on in figure eights,

And find a whole new place.

With softer floors and brighter lights

And music full of grace.