We resemble ghosts
Murky shapes within the crowd
And if the traffic were to stop and watch
They'd see our insides
All aroused with life
And view out sinew twist and turn
Our skin and bone have lost their tone
So lets dance as dead
Let's dance and sing our silences
We resemble ghosts
Bending light within our skin
Even though we are but human
Our chemestry is vibrant
We float when we touch
Molecules in the subatomic swing