Dancing Like a Gun - John Foxx

Oh, do you get the smell of burning metal?

Can you feel that heartbeat under the sea?

Well it’s just me and Oppenheimer waltzing

With crowded streets in chromakey

And all the glow boys in their lipstick and shadows

And gold leaf on their delicate skins

Well they can filter through your curtains like nerve gas

They leave their laughter on the wind

And we’re dancing

Yes we’re dancing

We’re dancing like a gun

Nothing I can see looks like an exit

So I’m making you into a door

You’ve been a guaranteed constant companion for so long

I’ll almost miss you when I go

And there’s silence in your silver passing

And stardust scattered over your breasts

Then I looked around and found

All the faces of the world

As the ballroom floor gets fused to glass

And we’re dancing

Yes we’re dancing

We’re dancing like a gun

We’ll walk in the silent places

In the wake of the storms

Swim through our own cathedral

Trailing the dawn

Dresses of light and ashes

Proud in display

Lovers and enemies

All waltzing in the waves

Oh we’re dancing

Yes we’re dancing

We’re dancing like a gun