Where They Meet in the Woods

So dance, dance in circles, all you thieves, willing to make the others' hearts bleed for the sake of the thrill and the pleasant feelings, dance, dance, all you thieves.

Thieves in the night with no moon as a guide, dance, dance 'til you die, chasing the breeze of the person beside, yes, the blind lead the blind.

And the jingling of "treasures" stored in their trousers, (compliments, lies, petals of dead daisy flowers) make bell sounds to dance to in the silence of night, dance, flatter, you thieves.

Knives up their sleeves, they quickly pair off, entwining their fingers, each knows it's a rip-off of something quite real that the regular men feel, but they're only the pitiful thieves.

She'll bat her lashes and he'll kiss her hand, on the edge of a cliff, the thief couple stands, each holds a blade and plunges it in, topple into the sea, start dancing again.

Allegro, allegro, the tempo, the beat, water is churned by the thrashing of feet, both laugh so loudly as both their hearts bleed, they're dashed on the rocks, the sharks come to feed.

So sink, sink to the depths, all you thieves, having a romance that neither believes for the sake of the thrill and the fake pleasant feelings, dance, dance, all you thieves.