Dance of Theory

I. Theory of Dance

War twisting our connections

(With sorrow and frost in can)

Twisting up the knoll with core

(It is just the tree in the park)

What can be this form that stands

(They just won't understand my fire)

Please jump into the mirror

Please jump into the core

(With sorrow and heat in can)

The flame answers the form

(Accept us, accept us)

(Bleak (by chance that is) dream)

Will it come to the angelic

(How did we know)

Cold coal written in the center

(It is monochrome, it is new)

What is this that is form

What is this that is me

(We can fade in the can)

(The short wire snaps)

The platoon colors our question

(With fire and the flame in can)

The tango, these are me I am you

(Old friends fade in the can)

Forever calculating domain

(Forever Connecting refrain)

Wind chimes on weren't ideal

(I am upon the lunar beaches)

When the rainbow ends in cleansing

(When the old rear mirror drowns)

When the moon is full and tears

(When the sun is high with years)

Enter the train, enter the rain

II. Dance of Theory

I stand in the refrain of the dance of our theories

Raining upon the fragile thoughts of our beginning

As words flood the mind

This is what we'll hear

This what we'll fear

I stand in the plain of the dance of our theories

Raining upon the fragile thoughts of our end

As words drown he mind

This is what he'll hear

This is 

What we'll fear

Behind our tableaux hinged to the spaceship

Singing delights of the theory of dance 

In dyslexic operatic solos

Bounce to the trains

This is what he'll hear

This is what he'll fear