Don't Dance

Name: Don't Dance
Duration: 244 s
Description: Don't Dance by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Old don't dance for the reed Watches the weave till the pattern seeds Young strikes air till the well…”

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Don't Dance lyrics

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Verse 1

Dust cakes the scale, tail flicks pale in the veil light Charmer blows the reed, young heart skips the beat right Wrist flicks like dice on the block, hip sways in the 305 heat Young one bites the air, venom starts to drip, sweet defeat Miss after miss, the basket walls stay cold and tight Energy in the tank dropping, story getting old in the fight Charmer sees the vigor, plays the hungry game with the sound Feeds the young one's fire, never says the name out loud Strike at the shadow, strike at the sound in the spin Young heart racing, feet not on the ground, lost in the wind No time for the pattern, no eyes for the seam in the dust Burning through the venom, living in the dream, no trust Charmer sways again, young launches again in the ring Tires in the circle, losing to the wind's swing, breath thin Breath getting shorter, strikes getting wide in the fray Young one in the open, nowhere left to hide, end of the day

Chorus

Old don't dance for the reed Watches the weave till the pattern seeds Young strikes air till the well runs dry Old waits the window, one strike, goodbye

Verse 2

Old in the corner, eyes like cooled steel on the floor No lunges at shadows, no chasing the reel anymore Charmer plays the loop, same bend in the reed's call Old tracks every repeat, plants the future seed tall Sway left then dip, hold high then the drop in the air Old reads the sequence, ready for the stop right there Pattern in the motion, window in the seam of the play Old coils for the moment, silence in the dream's stay When the charmer blinks, when the rhythm slips in the night Old moves one time, clean through the lips, takes the bite First the left hand, then the reed holds still in the hush Old sees the opening, moves in for the kill, no rush No wasted motion, no burning the fuse in the vein One clean strike, old one takes the dues, ends the game Charmer sways left, old notes the bend in the flow Charmer dips right, old tracks the end, steals the show

Bridge

Young breathing heavy, no venom in the bite no more Old took the opening, faded into night, closed the door Charmer sees the old one, closes up the light in the dust Young one on the floor, no more left to fight, lost the trust

Chorus

Old don't dance for the reed Watches the weave till the pattern seeds Young strikes air till the well runs dry Old waits the window, one strike, the truth

Outro

Old don't dance for the reed. Watches the weave till the pattern seeds. Young strikes air till the well runs dry. Old waits the window, one strike, goodbye.

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