Pirouette

Here it comes, The rising sun. Fictitious kingdom In sweet rotation. The old men laugh, The children kiss. This perfect boredom, Symmetric bliss. Another Time, Another place. If there's no heaven, We'll meet in space. I'll catch you up On all the fuss, and we'll go Dancing Where they don't know us. Then We'll pirouette Around all the things man-made. Then we'll pirouette Around all the things man-made. Still No signs of Silver lines, so we Look by J's and Y's, converse with Silent skies. Another time, Another place. If there's no heaven, We'll meet in space. Then we'll pirouette Around all the things man-made. Then we'll pirouette Around all the things Man-made. If There's no heaven, Then we're dancing. If there's no heaven, Then we're dancing. If there's no heaven, Then we're dancing. If there's no heaven, then we're Dancing. If there's no heaven, then we're Dancing. If there's no heaven, then we're Dancing. If there's no heaven, then we're Dancing. If there's no heaven, then we're Dancing. Then we're dancing. Then we're dancing