Glass Danse

Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance

Real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out

Where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit

The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body

Maybe I feel detached. I may just look too shy

It's a disinterest not that I'm a timid guy

I call them bodies but, they are attentive too

I feel the social glare. I feel the attitude

Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in

Made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber

Time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city

The glass danse world flickers on 'cause the cycle happens enough

A baby falls out warm. It's screaming for its life

An infant tries to danse as it grows up then dies

That's simplified but, uh, when your complexion dries

You wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way