Razor Dance — Richard Thompson

After the death of a thousand kisses Comes the catacomb of tongues Who can spit the meanest venom From the poison of their lungs

Cruelest dance is the razor dance Circle in and circle around He said, she said, she said, he said Thrill to put the other one down The razor dance, the razor dance

This time, gone too far This time, can't heal the scar I want to break out of this spin But gravity's pulling me in The razor dance, the razor dance

What flies straighter than an arrow What cuts deeper than a lance Your wit may shine on the withering line Cruelest dance is the razor dance The razor dance, the razor dance

Blood boils, tears burn Some people never learn If time could crawl back in its shell And mischievous tongues could untell But that's not the meaning of Hell

Take your partners for the razor dance Take your partners for the razor dance Take your partners for the razor dance The razor dance The razor dance, the razor dance