This is a song about going out on Friday nights. It's about being young and fearless and we always finish our set with it.
The drum pounds, the violin and trumpet soar and we sing about dancing.
It always feels joyful and full of energy to sing, no matter how many times we play it.
How We Danced:
Pushing paper and breathing sand, in a week-long funeral marching band,
From the aching depths of the 9 to 5, I’m stepping into life.
New skin for a Friday night, and then you bought new shoes for the skies,
New bones for the restless morning, new lids for your eyes.
Lights scramble and phasers tune for us to fight fire with fire,
We amble so scintillatingly for one, two, three, four or five
Sweet steps ‘til we break into the dawn,
Five sweet minutes to take us light years from home.
Shake hair, rattle keys, lift skirts then you laugh and spin into space,
Sprint backwards, look up to nowhere, then declare ‘we win every race’.
Hearts spiraling, spirits surging, fight fire with ice
We celebrate arms thrust openly and count six, seven, eight, nine sweet steps ‘til we break into the dawn,
Ten sweet minutes to take us light years from home.
Look at me now, never felt so alive
And how we danced.
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