The Dance And Its Disappearance
Gord Downie
My mind a-squirrel before the wind
My heart's a-pounding, "Let me in,'
And it's all a-happening in a glint of ballroom blue
It's just me and you
We are the dance and its disappearance
In the air a taste of mint
And night's been coming ever since
The sun's been giving off its dark hints
In orangey glows and sudbury yellows
We are the dance and its disappearance
But in the darkness there's a tinge
The slightest streak of blood-orange
Like a drop of blood to the rusty door-hinge
Our beautiful due, it's still me and you
We are the dance and its disappearance
Our beautiful due, I've been thinking about you
We are the dance and its disappearance
We are the dance and its disappearance
We are the dance and its disappearance