And oh, if only there were clothes on the floor,
I’d feel for certain I was bedroom dancing
And it’s all flailing limbs at the front line
Every single one of us is twisted by design
And dispatches from the back of my mind
Say as long as we’re here everything is alright

If there’s one thing that I could never confess,
It’s that I can’t dance a single step 

It’s you!
It’s me!
And there’s dancing!