Under lights a dancer weaving With spells she puts me under Inside is so much more We don't care about But this is not my kind of trick This is not my kind of regret A game A dance A drink A moment An eye A glance An empty nothing A dream A night No deep connection A something to recall This is not my With your moving You look just like an angel a dream You're a doll a disguise An image just like me But this is not my kind of trick This is not my kind of regret Eyes supposing are exciting Attention can be alluring An audience is more for nothing As if nothing needs more