Body's cold, the party's started, lying in a hole.
Fertilizer from your skin and compost from your soul.
And all across the universe, mysterious energies,
Create more life from your life's left over debris.

Shadows in the living room, whispers of circumstance.
...Cause somewhere in the afterlife, even the dead still dance.
We dance, we dance.

Heroes and Villains, whoever's willing to bust the thing apart.
Indecisions and glorious visions gnawing at your heart.
What were those foreshadows telling you, In the movie of you life?
Hero's blinded by usurping and willing to sacrifice.

Music in the corridor howls like a hungry trance.
Bones and feathers on the floor, maybe we'll all just dance.
Shadows in the living room, whispers of circumstance.
Somewhere on the open road even the dead still dance, we dance.

Humbled by the prospects of all that could have been.
Sitting in a coffee shop thankful just to grin.
Wait for just a moment, just enough to realize,
That for most of my existence, I've been hypnotized-
By my own sense of glamour, by my own magic rocks.
Bending, shaping the ending till it matched up with my thoughts.

Music in the corridor, marking your soul's advance.
...Cause even in the afterlife baby the dead still dance.
Shadows in the living room, whispers of true romance.
...Cause somewhere in the evening now even the dead still dance.

We dance (x8).