[Verse 1]

Deep down under the motorway

There's a sewer with a sound system churning away

The kind of stuff that'd make you come out in a rash

Until you're kicked out for stirring up

The beginnings of a backlash

And the line outside is longer than the dole queue

And it's pissing down

And no-one wants to be here more than I do

I need this like religion

I need this like a part of me missing

[Chorus]

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance

[Verse 2]

I can feel the sweat stick to my face

When there's nothing left to fear

But the thrill of the chase

And I can read your lips like a battered paperback

Like a gut-churning, page-turning, megalomaniac

I can hear the words lost on the dancefloor

Drip like scarlet beads from the jaws of a carnivore

And there they lie in a pool of saliva

There were nicknames and curse words

And backslang to die for

[Chorus]

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance

[Chorus]

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance