Razor Dance - Richard Thompson

After the death of a thousand kisses

Comes the catacomb of tongues

Who can spit the meanest venom

From the poison of their lungs

Cruelest dance is the razor dance

Circle in and circle around

He said, she said, she said, he said

Thrill to put the other one down

The razor dance, the razor dance

This time, gone too far

This time, can’t heal the scar

I want to break out of this spin

But gravity’s pulling me in

The razor dance, the razor dance

What flies straighter than an arrow

What cuts deeper than a lance

Your wit may shine on the withering line

Cruelest dance is the razor dance

The razor dance, the razor dance

Blood boils, tears burn

Some people never learn

If time could crawl back in its shell

And mischievous tongues could untell

But that’s not the meaning of Hell

Take your partners for the razor dance

Take your partners for the razor dance

Take your partners for the razor dance

The razor dance

The razor dance, the razor dance