Tuxedomoon - Victims of the Dance lyrics

Feel like Ca**andra dancing The last dance of the bones dancing In spite of sudden d**h as if at last She knew in a breath We'll all be dancing on our own With no past, with no regrets But Ca**andra had problems She denied a God love (We are all victims of the dance) And He ruined her gift of prophecy She could see it all But no one believed her, no one believed her (We are all victims of the dance) No one believed her when she said We are all victims of the dance And seeing the future Foreseeing the future Foreseeing the future's not for us It's unimaginable Out of the black the faces come faster Than the vague slips into sleep eyes rolled Back in pain from unconsidered sources The waves of shock when you realize where you've been Faces you slighted razoring the hours (We are all victims of the dance) Like you do with that self-marauding Edge of ineptitude that calls it all back (We are all victims of the dance) For one last questioning (We are all victims) One last questioning We can't see the stoplights Can't see the stoplights With no fore or hindsight We just go blind DA da da da da da We are all victims of the dance We are all victims of the dance Victims of the dance We met at a dance Was it my dream or yours? Who knows It was so long ago It hit me Friday evening stained with purple mirth The longer you stay away the crazier I get Crowded at faceless parties so gutted and sunk Winking at the warm bodies, taking deception for granted Trying to dance just an immortal ghost (We are all victims of the dance) Trying to dance just an immortal ghost (We are all victims of the dance) (Victims of the dance) Who fall and recover Fall and recover And fail to discover First things first With an unquenchable thirst we drink (Let's have another drink on the host) (Let's have another drink on the host) We are all victims of the dance We are all victims of the dance Victims of the dance Millions are living Millions are living And millions are dying Without a chance It's no romance The dance goes on, the natives get down The slit-eyed cats go wild, the sh** faced boys We are rolling with each other their and their sisters too Everyone is too well dressed, too friendly, too serious (We are all victims of the dance) You are too serious, you are too serious (We are all victims of the dance) You are too serious, you are too serious (We are all victims of the dance) Just like Ca**andra Just like Ca**andra We dance like Ca**andra To the end