Pirouette

Here it comes the rising sun
Fictitious kingdom in sweet rotation
The old men laugh, the children kiss
This perfect boredom, symmetric bliss
Another time, another place
If there’s no heaven we’ll meet in space
I’ll catch you up on all the fuss
And we’ll go dancing where they don’t know us
Then we’ll pirouette around all the things man made (x2)
Still no signs of silver lines so we
Loop our j’s and y’s
Converse with silent skies
Another time, another place
If there’s no heaven we’ll meet in space
Then we’ll pirouette around all the things man made (x2)
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
If there’s no heaven then we’re dancing
Then we’re dancing, then we’re dancing