There she was back again in my dream
The old queen of dance who tells me
You have to wean yourself from the floor
From the earth, from anything beneath your feet..
Keep your head high, as if the sky is your highest border
Keep your head high, as if the sky is your highest border
Let your arms touch clouds, clouds
Push down on the tips of trees
Let your arms touch clouds, clouds
Push down on the tips of trees
The old queen of dance who tells me
You have to wean yourself from the floor
From the earth, from anything beneath your feet..
Keep your head high, as if the sky is your highest border
Keep your head high, as if the sky is your highest border
Let your arms touch clouds, clouds
Push down on the tips of trees
Let your arms touch clouds, clouds
Push down on the tips of trees