Dancing On My Own — Pedro Johnson

 

I’m carrying an anchor

My breath’s like sails on wounded ships

The knight, who in his anger

Has enmity for God upon his lips

 

Water in my mouth

The moon and its phases

A cursed wind rising from the south

Black teardrops on the pages

 

Don’t judge my steps too harshly

As I dance before your throne

‘Cause I’m no good at dancing on my own

 

Is there meaning in an answer

To the questions never asked?

Is there beauty in a dancer

Arms without a lover’s grasp?

 

The harmony of phrases

Now an unheard jackal’s call

A response that to the ages says

“It’s my nature after all”

 

Don’t judge my steps too harshly

As I dance before your throne

‘Cause I’m no good at dancing on my own

 

And what I’m also scared of

As I dance before your throne

Is I don’t wanna get too good at dancing on my own

 

There’s a cover on my back

For the desert is still my home

Amidst the crossed and recrossed tracks

I hope you get to where you’re goin’

 

Your scent is delicate like phlox

Your eyes are dark and clever

Where you saw writing on the rocks

I saw a path that I could walk forever

 

Don’t judge my steps too harshly

As I dance before your throne

‘Cause I’m no good at dancing on my own

 

Don’t judge my steps too harshly

As I dance before your throne

‘Cause I’m no good at dancing on my own

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