This is a lonely dance we move to

press your body against mine and sway to the tune,

move with me,

move out with me.

On parade to the world,

does it matter who cares-

Does it matter who knows?

I don't think so.

Because we're lonely beings,

isolated on a lonely rock,

floating through space.

And if the red wine spills...

who'll notice?

So take life's risks and be able to say you took chances,

because I would love to be part of the mystery in your life.

...If anything,

This is all just a carbon based existence.