In sunburnt rooms, she danced from place to place;
without a doubt, it was always there,
taking away her light, as if she was always in the dark,
looming over her.
And as she danced from face to face,
no one could put her in the right place.
They couldn't figure out what was wrong with her;
they forgot about her.
And I don't know when I can see her;
they won't tell me when I can see her.
There must be something I can learn from her,
and I know I must never forget her.
In sunburnt rooms, we danced from place to place,
face to face; without a doubt, she was in pain,
a pain that could only come from within a darker side of her,
and to her, it came from the air.
And as we danced from face to face,
no one could put us in the right place.
I didn't want to lose her and her face,
but it became a blur, as her head started spinning.
In sunburnt rooms, we dance into first place;
they can keep a better eye on the ones in first place.
In sunburnt rooms, we fall asleep, excited,
preparing for the ordinary routine.