Been swinging dead animals in a room that's too small
Nowhere to sit down the ceilings real low
To kill all the boredom
I stand on my hands
Then I hear music from some place around
A lingering dwindling delicate sound
A lady appeared
She said this could end
Dressed in black ribbons of black silk and black lace
I see my dead love in the lines of her face
She floats up to me
She offers her hand
My love you've been gone since 2003
You sank to the bottom of the green Irish Sea
I came back for you
This boredom will end … if you dance with me.
Dance with grace, dance this pace, dance with me
Die in rhyme, die in time, die in three
Waltz me black
Waltz me back
Back to the sea