33 twirls around the cosmic ballroom and still I don't know how to dance feet constantly tripping dress ragged and ripping each spin stripping me down to newborn nakedness and still the tempo increases frantic intervals of familiar scenery like a word repeated to nonsense I will never understand how loss can weigh more than gain but my muscles' tired complaints assure me that this is true so let me lay my head down on your shoulder while I can and maybe this time around we can close our ears to the world let our heartbeats set the measure and dance something new