Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone, we dance Alone, we dance And there you say it's over Because worse than that, it would be death When you finally believe you're getting out When there are no more Well, there are still But that says all the problems The problems Where does the music come from? It takes your guts It takes your head And then you pray for it to stop But it's your body It's not heaven So you don't move your ears anymore And there you scream even louder But it persists So we sing So we sing So we sing So we sing So we sing And then only when it's over So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance We dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance So we dance