Dancer, Dancer

Dancer, dancer, moving like seasons change into the snow

Dancer, dancer, why do you always turn away to go?

Painter, painter, dreaming in colors while your eyes are wide

Painter, painter, drawings on paper of the heartache that you hide

I am anything but close to you, right now

Talker, talker, smooth as the window now so covered in frost

Talker, talker, talking in circles now you might be lost

Dancer, dancer, dancing around the things you'd like to say

Dancer, dancer, you've got something inside, you know you cannot stay