This is a boundary for crossing, you know, this is a boundary: cross and you go We came to this place after standing in line with everyone in th E world (your sister and I and all the lessons we learned) Empirically sound, the data foretold that we were falling apart Authority held: "hold on, dance on like children, this is nothing at all" If dancing makes you beautiful then your body is lying to you Lay it on the ground Hold him on the ground The way a body runs down is how we love this And with our hands we have made nothing at all The cabs are singing this, my friends recording this (and after all we're saying nothing at all) You don't have to go. You don't have to leave if this is not OK, you'd rather be Nursed by a stranger than be torn apart Than you can have it your way Your sister and I We clicked on a link and so protested this day Our conscience is clear So come on shake it 'til there's nothing at all