The kids called her Ms. Marie
A painter without brushes, she instead uses her body
Which we moves with grace and ease
But it had been a while since she had felt her heartbeat
Men smiled at Ms Marie
But she kept our lure alive
Rather fond of it's tasting
I guess this never deterred me
'Cause for a while we danced
Just me and Ms. Marie
We spun each other round
And around, round, round
And high above the clouds, never to be found
I swam inside her blue eyes and almost drowned
Spinning each other round and round, round, round, round, round
I always knew that Ms. Marie
Well she'd wind up in these songs
A shadow of a tragedy
A parted, tarnished memory
From the time when I loved something so much more than I loved me
I spun myself around
And around, round, round
And high above the clouds, never to be found
I swam inside her blue eyes and almost drowned
Spinning myself around and round and round, round, round, round
Kids asked her Ms. Marie
They wanted to know why she loved dancing
She said she never felt that free
As when she had aligned her body, mind and feet
She'd spin herself around
And around, round, round
And high above the clouds, never to be found
She stared into the vastness and almost drowned
Spinning herself around and round, round, round, round, around
Kind of like now
Kind of like now
Kind of like now
Kind of like now
Kind of like now
Kind of like now
Kind of like now