Dancing with Angels. And Demons

If your toes are made of butterflies and your drumbeats are a lost wolf's heartbeats, sing this chant. Else, fuck off.

Dancing with Angels. And Demons

Dancing on the edge

Of a razor blade's ledge

Dancing 'coz I haven't learnt

How to stop. Be stable, blunt


Dancing to a beat

Only I can hear it

They can't hear it on the street

But I can. And my crazy feet


Dancing in the dark

Tossing coins on a lark

The compass is my heart

There's no guarantee from the start


Dancing to a dream

'Coz the everyday makes me scream

I'd rather go down

Than be a statistical clown


Dancing to desire

And I wanna jump higher

I know the flipside to this

'Coz there's no net if I miss


Dancing in the rain

Pain. Gain. Loss. Again

Gripping cycle, like a fever

But I'll break it. I'm a believer


Dancing in the sunlight

With the butterflies hugging me tight

But the sun can burn me and my dreams

And it can all turn into ashes and screams


Dancing beneath the sickle moon

A yellow cheese. Bitten too soon

The wolves will howl. The spectres hiss

This ain't the moon below which lovers kiss


Dancing till the end 'coz that's what I know

With my shivering muse. Toe to toe

Dancing 'coz my life's really just a dance

But it fucking beats those for whom it's just half chance