I like to dance in the dark tide
At high noon
To go along for the ride
That'll come along soon

Slipping and sliding
Twisting and turning
Whipping and chiding
Pointing and burning

A little movement
Out of the corner of my eye
Damn sneaky little self-improvement
That'll do nicely to hide the lie

Come, come and behold
This little fractured illusion
Waiting for the story to unfold
In its own beautiful little confusion

Were you looking for a little sense?
Perhaps a bit of a clue?
Well, in my own defense
This is all I know to do

So I'll go on dancing
In my own little dark tide of blue
And to those who might be glancing
Maybe you'll see something that reflects true

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