Story Behind The Song
Beating a horse to death, ie. the strange routine that couples go thru of driving a something into the ground on a regular basis to the point where it's the usual insanity they're accustomed to.
Song Description
Beating a horse to death, ie. the strange routine that couples go thru of driving a something into the ground on a regular basis to the point where it's the usual insanity they're accustomed to.
Guitar-Driven Pop-Rock / Up Tempo
Song Length |
4:27 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Rock - Modern |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Engaging, Endearing |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Sanity/Insanity |
Similar Artists |
The Rembrandts, Gin Blossoms |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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Lyrics
THE DANCE WE DO
by Joi Veer
You think I would've known by now, learned a lesson.
I can recite it word for word.
The longest marathon is still running.
I'm tired of what I've heard.
Always in our face, we never miss a beat.
The same resolve at every turn.
You strike a match and try to start a fire.
Heat it up and watch us burn.
THE DANCE WE DO
Not such a strange routine that we go thru.
It's just THE DANCE WE DO.
Here we go again, let's start from the beginning.
I think I know each step by heart.
Familiar words don't make it any clearer.
We've got it down to an art.
Kicking up the sand, consuming all the air,
Re-living every single thought.
We've beat this horse to death and then some.
The war is lost, the battle fought.
THE DANCE WE DO
Not such a strange routine that we go thru.
It's just THE DANCE WE DO and we do it well.
THE DANCE WE DO
We've kept in time and gone too far with every move.
It's just THE DANCE WE DO.
If I had the chance to take back every word,
Unbreak the silence with a shout,
I'd never talk 'cause then I'd have to listen,
My head in the lion's mouth.
THE DANCE WE DO
Not such a strange routine that we go thru.
It's just THE DANCE WE DO and we do it well.
THE DANCE WE DO
We've kept in time and gone too far with every move.
It's just THE DANCE WE DO.
c.p. 2001 J. Veer