We move, in mysterious waysnWe move, slip and slide cut through the hazenAnd even as I stand in the roomnListening to all of the silence aroundnI feel disco and not so some tunenBeating inside make my feet touch the groundnThen we movennWe move, as the music swaysnWe move, like the good book saysnI feel my face reflected aroundnHot on my heels closing in more and morenThe piper plays a beckoning soundnLeading them on 'til their feet reach the floornThe we movennWe dance, we dance, .......nThen we move