Jonathan Dufour

Tick tock tick tock

By the hands of the clock

I feel my life

Just slipping away

I feel your hands

Rested into mine

You lead the way

Cause we will dance

For the rest of time

Just you and I

Fool Death, my playmate

I told you I can't stay late,

Somebody's waiting up for me

I'm giving you till the count of three

Wait one second, just three steps more

Keep on the count, one two three four,

Chassé, piqué, with a relevé

I danced with death almost all day

We waltzed down the ailses of shopping malls

We danced to the sound of telephone calls

Weaved through the streets without a stall

Death and I were the Bell of the ball