When they were breathing they were shouting
With bare feet and painted faces, they took their places
No, no, no, ooh, no, no, no, ooh, no, no, no, ooh
And now they're are on wooden floors, sweat from their pores
And didn't seem to mind as I sat there on the couch, tuned my guitar
Getting ready to go on
She was concentrating on her breathing
They're riding the mist, songs I can sing by myself
And shivering legs beneath covered four gowns
Backstage with the modern dancers
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, ooh
She showed me her spin, they beautied from within
Backstage with the modern dancers, the feeling I like I do
Storing my thoughts, getting ready to perform
And played a few chords by closing
I can feel them and I can feel it, feel it, feel it
