We resemble ghosts Murky shapes within the crowd and if the traffic were to stop and watch They'd see our insides all aroused with life And view out sinew twist and turn Our skin and bone have lost their tone so lets dance as dead, let's dance and sing our silences We resemble ghosts Bending light within our skin Even though we are but human Our chemestry is vibrant We float when we touch Molecules in the subatomic swing