The Dancefloor Dreams

The anchor will split the sea
The trampled dancefloor will dream
She casts herself as a tree
And wonders what it would be
Like to be the forest and not just the
Parchment with no portrait, the place where we
Stomp and sing our choruses from twelve 'til three
It’s hard to get around
Confusion in the place where you go to drown
There’s always rain in the clouds
And if you feel it, you feel it comin' loud
There’s always the sky, always the ground
There’s always the highway, the cars surround
There’s always a kitten, always a hound
So arrows will split the trees
And there’ll be new things to see
And hard times for you and me
Aren’t half as difficult at they used to be
Sometimes I feel there’s nothing that I can’t be
And there’s not a monster I’m scared to meet
Just take all of my stuff, throw it in the street
With all the other worried, defensive creeps
And meet me on the dancefloor
We always meet