Today, during the day, I kept watch on the roof, Today, at night, I'll be burning letters. The stones in my hand, The stones holding the world, Aren't one and the same. I could write an epic, But why risk my camouflage? I could don sackcloth and tassels, But that wouldn't change anything. I could take a step back, I could take a step back, But that isn't what I need, Not what I need-- It's only our dances on the verge of spring; It's only our dances on the verge of spring. I see your shore, but what's shining there in the bushes? I saw something similar once on a video. I know your voice better than my own, But I want to know who is speaking with me; I could stay whole, But that's not the rules of this circus. I could stay whole, But that's not the way I am; I could confess myself in love, To you, I could confess myself in love, But is that what you really want? And, really, will that change anything? It's only our dances on the verge of spring; It's only our dances on the verge of spring. Today, during the day, I kept watch on the roof, Today, at night, I'll be burning letters. The stones in my hand, the stones holding the world, Aren't one and the same. I could write an epic, But why risk my camouflage? I could don sackcloth and tassels, But that wouldn't change anything. I could take a step back, Take a step back, But that isn't what I need, Not what I need. It's only our dances on the verge of spring; It's only our dances on the verge of spring.