Down to Ten

Suddenly we need resolve. Down to ten as roles revolve
What I say I'm not sure I always understand
Screen-eyed and tongue-tied but choking doesn't get the cure down

Will you dance without the fireworks if I take you to the stars?
When the ice has gone I'm the water in your hands
If you want to see a repertoire that's buried in faux pas,
this is how my reputation stands

Two heads move to the beat. Rhythm still cuts through replete
Go the way to the light in the noire land
Bogged down in dead town, but stalling doesn't get the motion back

Will you dance without the fireworks if I take you to the stars?
When the ice has gone I'm the water in your hands
If you want to see a repertoire that's buried in faux pas,
this is how my reputation stands

Drop that word from your lips,
it's an ugly contradiction
You've got no life in your hands
Just relax that grip, just carve those plans