If you want to belong, it is said you must dance
Savour your moves in the womb of your being
Harvest and toil until at last they are for birthing
Unleash them upon the air of now
Upon the throngs of cells in audience

Give us your song, your song, your song unveiled
If you want to stay here, it is said you must dance
Hold your moment in dipped light
In waiting as dunes shroud your mystery
When finally the moment’s grown from raw to real
You may arise up and stand true and arrest the present

Give us your song, your song, your song unveiled
If you want to go home it is said you must dance
For as the flavour of your spirit changes
Its shape invisible chaos
Its form burning mist, burning mist

You are compelled to see this through
Your ripe belonging to this place
You belong to this place
Give us your song, your song, your song unveiled