I can't dance

The senses have dulled
“Where do you get a thought like that?”
So now you know
Just where all the storms go
There’s a crack in my head
And no brains inside it
Only endless repercussion
Made from absent music

The senses have dulled
Where does the reaper go on his off days?
So now we know
Your words, like dreamfluff for breakfast
Tomorrow’s crux
Buried in yesterday’s dirt
I see troubadours whistling your dirge
But you’ll write the ending, I’m sure

The senses have dulled
The chipped ax cutting bone
The turned-up shovel hitting stone
The weathered hammer building a home
No one will ever live in
But the crowd still crowds around me
Singing their #1 hit song

“billy can't talk, jenny can't scream
joey can't walk, sally can't sing
tommy can't shout, annie can't think
tilly can't live, billy can't dream
and i can't dance, i can't dance
i can't dance, i can't dance
i can't dance, i can't dance
i can't dance, i can't dance
i can't dance, i can't dance
i can't dance but the dance don't need me

we can sing, satan's song
follow me, all day long
we can sing, satan's song
follow me, all night long
we can sing, satan's song
follow me, all week long
we can sing, satan's song
follow me, all month long
we can sing, satan's song
follow me, all year long
we can sing, satan's song
follow me, decade long
we can sing, satan's song
follow me, all life long…”

The senses have dulled
The senses have squeezed through the escape hatch when we need them most