It’s the brush of our lips
It’s the touch of your skin
It’s the sway of our hips
It’s an energy we bring

A blue star is falling
In the corner of his eye
Her sweet voice is calling
We’re saying goodbye

New born blues
In your old dancing shoes
On the side of her hips
Seaside sunny day trips

Breeze in our hair
Stones under feet
Burning of coals
Some good food to eat

Raising of the roof
To keep out the rain
Build up the walls
Protect us from pain

A human condition
Flesh and neuromance
Communal expression
An ancient aged dance
Called it luck or call it chance