One two three four,
It's like dancing.
One two three four,
Rhythm doesn't exist.
Five six seven eight,
I don't know any dance.
Five six seven eight,
So I'm improvising.
One two three four,
It's a song on its own.
Five six seven eight,
A poem that doesn't need to be written.
One two three four,
A needle goes up and down.
One two three four,
Right, left, and rewind.
Five six seven eight,
The steps are random and chaotic.
Five six seven eight,
But so fun to learn.
One two three four,
It's coming back to life.
Five six seven eight,
My soul as a mirror.
Five six seven eight,
I'm smiling and laughing.
Five six seven eight,
It's been a while old friend.
One two three four,
It's ringing in my ear.
One two three four,
Its weight is grounding me.
One two three four,
Nothing is real in that moment.
Five six seven eight,
It's that simple moment that matters the most.
One two three four,
Five six seven eight.
