Well, I have a friend Knew Isadora Duncan Yeah, she wore her scarves too long Hit the gas a bit too strong She lost her head Still she saw the glory Or so goes the story Hope she was not wrong She waits underneath electricity What does she touch? What does she see? Isadora Duncan's so free She is leaping She is spinning with some urgency fantastic Outspoken, she is choking as she veers into heavy traffic
Were you listening to the angels between the lines of your symphony? Dancing under cobalt-blue skies Morning star Free You taught me well Loved me even better Prayed over my fields when they were cold and barren Yeah, you held the truth from an austere trailor Shoring up my failure I was long past caring