If silence is golden then we must be rich
But the breath that we're holding's feeling counterfeit
The time that you've stolen shouldn't hurt like this
But the truth is
And if silence is golden, here's our golden years
So why am I choking up on all these tears?
Words left unspoken shouldn't hurt like this
But the truth is

I'm sorry, what's your excuse?
You're dancing 'round the subject
Tiptoe around the bad news
Somehow I think you love it
Ballerina dressed in black
I wanna scream but you got my neck
I'm sorry, what's your excuse?
You're dancing 'round the subject

'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round

And there's a bull in the ballroom, but you say we're fine
While you're waving your red flags around the whole time
It isn't poetic, but I'm sick of lying
When the truth is
You bend over backwards to step on my toes
Every moment that's mine, you go and make your own
Don't try to deny it, 'cause I know you know
What the truth is

I'm sorry, what's your excuse?
You're dancing 'round the subject
Tiptoe around the bad news
Somehow I think you love it
Ballerina dressed in black
I wanna scream but you got my neck
I'm sorry, what's your excuse?
You're dancing 'round the subject

The lights are now on and the band's gone home
We're spinning in circles so no one would know
The song in your head ain't one I've heard before
And you know what the truth is
And you know what the truth is

'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round
And you know what the truth is
'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round

I'm sorry, what's your excuse?
You're dancing 'round the subject
Tiptoe around the bad news
Somehow I think you love it
Ballerina dressed in black
I wanna scream but you got my neck
I'm sorry, what's your excuse?
You're dancing 'round the subject