He knew the secrets
He knew how to cry
But we didn't ask him if he wanted to die
Secret impulses
Quivering sexual spasms
Only the intense can dance without moving
Naked cold heart
Open only to darkness
Blackness is light
when you're shut off from sunlight
I am and am not haunted by the angel of indecision
calling me back from the past
calling
I'm about to leave the other men
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving
His creative blood was warm
White man cut with ice
Only that can tell you the colour of Christ
He died upon the flaming cross
the link is forever lost.
The devils created a living hell of torment
Stretched but not allowed to break
Colour blind
Colour blind
Not real enough to die
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving
Moving, moving
Moving, moving, moving