Backstage with the modern dancers
She was stretching her
Configuring her body
While they were breathing, they were shouting
She was concentrating on her breathing
And didn't seem to mind
As I sat on the couch
And tuned my guitar
Played a few cords
Like roses growing their thorns
Getting ready to preform
With bare feet and painted faces
They took their places
And shivering legs beneath colourful gowns
And they were on the wooden floors
The sweat from their pores
I'm writing a list
Of song I can sing by myself
Backstage with the modern dancers
Who feel it like I do
Like I feel it, like I feel it
Backstage with the modern dancers
Getting ready to go on
She showed me her spin
With a beauty from within
And all of these things
I don't think they should be released