She hits the mark and finds the motion,
gravity a passing thing.
Like a dolphin on the ocean,
puppet on an unseen string.
People spend their lives on mountains,
searching for the thing she's found.
Perfect timing with the music,
But I believe she wouldn't need a sound.
She just goes on instinct.
She ain't got no plan.
She keeps her eyes shut tight,
She can't see,
I'm her biggest fan.
She don't know just where she's going,
She just knows that she can't stay.
Ain't it funny how what holds her down,
seems to melt away,
when she dance.
When she dances.
Bodies betray you
No one's above the natural law.
Sooner or late you
crumble and create the fall.
Nowhere to hide it.
People in the farthest row,
couldn't deny it,
heard the scaffolding inside her go.
Now like two lazy, sleeping soldiers,
she commands them, but they won't obey.
So she hides herself in memories,
photographs of yesterday.
From the outside I can see,
even from the very start,
the beat was never in your feet,
it was always there, inside your heart.