The violinist puts his violin away,
Forbidden city broken into tonight,
I use my blindfold to dry my tears,
The stage is empty, and tired of light.

But when I do the fan dance, I'm all the red in China,
I'm dialing life up on my telescope,
Fringe and mathematics shaking down the curtain to find the dragon parade.

And when I do the fan dance, the search-lights answer gun fire,
Angels escort falling mercies,
Hearts shut off like streetlights, and even in the blackout I'll find my balcony rose.

The violinist puts his violin away,
Forbidden city broken into tonight,
I use my blindfold to dry my tears,
The stage is empty, and tired of light.

When I do the fan dance, I'm firecracker lightning,
I burn with no trace up in the cold sky,
I am broken open, waiting for inventions of light that see through love.

But when I do the fan dance, I'm all the red in China,
You write your questions on my skin,
I'll be in your dark streets, to keep the lantern burning until your new world begins.