Dancing with yourself (again)

When you're looking for protection
When everything falls apart
When the wind changes direction
When shadows hide in the dark

When you're staring at destruction
And you can't see anyone else
You're playing with depression
And you're dancing with yourself again

	And what you do doesn't matter, it's all fashion
	And the tears you cry are mascara to your passions

And you pour salt on trouble
Revel in the pain that grows
You're making singles doubles
Pretending that no-one else knows

Your wasted life looks wasted
You can't believe in anyone else
And the depression that you've tasted
Keeps you dancing with yourself again


Words and Music: David Parkin
1984