I thought I knew the sunrise from the steelworks
The grinding of the sky in red and black
I thought we were the chance collision
Blessed incision in the canvas
Pushed beyond color, into breath and back
So dance into a new world
I think I know the feeling of my own skin
I concentrate to listen to my bones
When all the while I'm just a pocket
A self-shaped hole cut from the breathing solid-state
A dualistic throne
So dance into a new world
When the ground is shifting from your feet
And the sense you talk is crowned deceit
When you dance past gravity
When the world will not believe
Then dance into a new world
