| We move, in mysterious ways | |
| We move, slip and slide cut through the haze | |
| And even as I stand in the room | |
| Listening to all of the silence around | |
| I feel disco and not so some tune | |
| Beating inside make my feet touch the ground | |
| Then we move | |
| We move, as the music sways | |
| We move, like the good book says | |
| I feel my face reflected around | |
| Hot on my heels closing in more and more | |
| The piper plays a beckoning sound | |
| Leading them on 'til their feet reach the floor | |
| Then we move | |
| We dance | |
| We dance | |
| We dance | |
| We dance | |
| Then we move |