Simply made
Never betrayed
With eyes that speak of a birdly-word song
A thousand light-years in her shade.
Essential oil in a fire
Healing hands like a choir
The sun goes down behind the billabong
The savage takes her blade and cuts the barb-wire.
That old rhythm
Of the shadow dance.
The hidden postmark of a flower.
Signed, sealed, delivered I'm yours for an hour.
Just out of reach - maybe not - so long.
The ribbon in your glass... so sweet.
That old rhythm
Of the shadow dance.
Feel the shadow of our dance.
Heal the shadow of our dance.
The shadow of our dance.