I don't wish to better your life. It won't make it better. It won't make it life. But we know that I borrowed you twice, And both times you lent it with life empty eyes. I no longer wander your town. No longer a whimper, No longer a frown than a foot seven steps to The ground, no longer a gift or a look handed down. And I don't know my own head from toe, So I sit back and laugh at all life as we know until life in you Here starts to go, and beauty stays beauty with me on the floor. And O, dance, all the laughs, while I hold you in my own loving arms! O, dance, all the laughs, While I hold you in my own loving arms after!