Last night we danced home again on our hands Through a water labrynth like two tarzans Through crippled neighbourhood in flight With its slopes and shadows and streams of light I carried you home on my back Strangling a trail Swooping the heights Screaming still so in love I woke, fingers touching a cold human hand I tore my pillows away Too frightened to see That the dead hand belonged to me I'd gone and left it behind Still back in the deep Flying you home in our beautiful sleep Doin' the hands dance Doin' the hands dance