The Dance

See the picture in the hall Framed in magic on the wall Ain't it funny how it glows What's on the inside No one knows What makes this picture So inviting To those who stand outside it Maybe it's the dancers Or maybe it's the dance The dancer dances Thousands fill the gallery They pay their price to see a dream They can make believe for free Two hours' worth of fantasy Maybe they pretend The picture's them Or maybe they just love To sit and blend Tonight the picture has no frame Colours unleash and float away To each and everyone of you Tonight the spirit brings the news You become a part of it all Thousands turn to one in the hall You become the dancer And we become the dance The dancer dances The dancer dances The dancer dances And we become the dancer And you become the dance