Ballet

Not a means to an end
Just a guess
Never look surprised when I am
Watch my hands
She looks like a sound
Getting
Dizzy

Sometimes we lie
To reach the truth
Everybody reads the expensive news
Cheaper than taking sides
Looking up to me
Looking up too high

I'm only alone with my soul, we shouldn't be up
Getting a good nap

Not a means to an end
Just a guess on the guess
Never look surprised when I am
Watch my hands
She looks like a sound
Getting
Dizzy

Spinning on a trip
But your eyes stays still
I'm getting dizzy
Balance onto me
Sliding off of these
Out of energy so I stay still
(I'm getting dizzy)