song for dancing

we move back in

we move in front of it

we move together sometimes

sometimes we hold each other

there i freedom in moving

there is something left in death

it is burning

burning in me

you stretch your body in front of me

and i don’t want to talk to anybody

and i swallow it

i swallow it

i bite it

i kiss it

i spit on it

there are so many types of power

so much to dance for

so much to dance for

i look at you across the room and i can’t stop thinking

i can’t stop thinking i’m losing myself in you

in you

so many types of power

so much to dance for

so much to dance for

so many types of power