Dancing in the Rubble

Picked up where I left off Not taking any phone calls Was that a jean pocket buzz? I don't need you at all Am I face down on this rug? Never been this healthy and strong I need no one at all Made myself two promises Get fit and stay confident I'm purging any weakness So I can climb anything myself Who needs God when you're a god yourself Please just give me a second I'll climb on bleeding hands and knees To stand on the hill Alone with myself Dancing in the rubble I'm dancing in the rubble without you Dancing in the rubble I'm dancing in the rubble without you I'll be dancing in the rubble without you The floor was covered in broken porcelain Around the armchair I like sleeping in Keeping one eye open Never turn your back to the door You say you still recognize my face But I am not a child any longer I'm a decorated conqueror And I'll climb on Bleeding hands and knees To stand on the hill Alone with myself Dancing in the rubble I'm dancing in the rubble without you I'll be dancing in the rubble I'm dancing in the rubble without you