He knew the secrets, he knew how to cry
But we didn't ask him if he wanted to die
Secret impulses quivering sexual spasms
Only the intense can dance without moving

Naked cold heart open only to darkness
Blackness is light when you're shut off from sunlight
I am and am not haunted by the angel of indecision
Calling me back from the past, calling
I'm about to leave the other men

Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving

His creative blood was warm white man cut with ice
Only that can tell you the colour of Christ
He died upon the flaming cross
The link is forever lost

The devils created a living hell of torment
Stretched but not allowed to break me well
Colour blind, colour blind, colour blind
Not real enough to die, not real enough

Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving

Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Only the intense can dance without moving
Can dance without moving

Moving, moving
Moving, moving, moving