Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you
When Pontius comes to kill the king upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones

I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head

I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head

We are not
Just art for Michaelangelo to carve
He can't, rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris cold
Je ne veux pas mourrir toute seule

I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head

I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head

I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head

I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head