Moon of plenty, moon of mischance

Itll be what you want but you cant stop the dance

Try to count the steps and they change while you stare

And the translucent moon floats in waves of blue air

And we cry out for grace to lay truth bare

The dance is the truth and its everywhere



Pas de deux in stark silhouette

pulsing against a clear orange sunset

As the distance shifts from skin unto skin

Look a how bodies shape the spaces theyre in

See the limbs slide smooth through unresisting air

The dance is the truth and its everywhere



In grains of sand and Galaxies

In plasmaflow and rain in trees

In the sepia swell of silted-up surf

In the ebb and the flow of dying and birth

In wounded streets and whispered prayer

The dance is the truth and its everywhere