Dance Song

Trying to stay close at the end-of-term show to some girls I don't really care for And one of them sits behind translucent slips, barely clothed The earth in her hand I'll see her again in a whiteout like this at a loft With bedrooms for sculptures She'll interrupt attempts at self-promotion to a guy Who isn't listening In these years I've harnessed street light To peer into brownstones that hide my adult life The forecast's violent, a current to guide what we're doing tonight And I feel like dancing And making my way to where you're standing Rework the storm into my body Release, retreat and collapse softly Filing out slowly of Dodge and I'm surprised to find It's already violet I guess that's because I was hooked on your face in the glow Of New Wave screenings You'll take me in stride as your ego burns bright and the Times Covers your paintings They're one of a kind, deserve walls by High Lines, but at least You could have said hi Now there's violence in my presence While I ring the buzzer at a corporate office Got no chance except that I'm dead set On seeing what a movie set's like And I feel like dancing At parties that rarely happen Explode in green, transform the lobby When I get home the winter costs me