She says to me, "Do you know that I've felt you move apart?"
  Then I say, "Imagination is a silly game we play."
  And then I stare into her eyes, think and stop to realize that this is
  more than she could hope to know. And she said,
  "Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life...
  Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life."
  Beat of life...
  I call her house. I get an answer on the damned machine again... She
  out too late, and not a call to tell me where she'll be tonight...
  And then I start to think and realize, the way she acts is only part
  of a violent game we have to play... I fear... She says,
  "Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life...
  Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life."
  I say to her, "Why can't you see the way that we evade the fall?"
  She says to me that her affection is the focus of it all... Then I
  take her in my arms and it seems to go away... that sickening feeling
  that I always cultivate when she says,
  "Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life...
  Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life."
  (Repeat to end)