Showing all her colours
In a poor disguise
You could tell that things had caught up with her
Just by looking in her eyes
The lawyers, love and litigation
Had cut her down to size
And what seemed like a normal and healthy thing
Turned into a really ugly dream
And she just wanted to sing
Aren't tricks for children?
She danced in the fire
Wearing a frozen glance
And sailed on down a river of stone
She found out who her friends were
In amongst the cold debris
Then she took a new apartment
'Cos it looked out on Pacific seas
There was true love in the shuffle
Where she least expected it to be
And she wanted someone strong in her life
To walk in
Help her fill a need that was burning within
She knows now tricks are for children
She danced in the fire
Wearing a frozen glance
And sailed on down a river of stone
She danced in the fire
(wearing a frozen glance)
Like there was one more chance
(and sailed on down a river of stone)
She danced in the fire
(wearing a frozen glance)
Like there was one more chance
(and sailed on down a river of stone)
A river of stone...
Danced In The Fire was written by Sharon O’Neill.
Danced In The Fire was produced by John Brand & Peter Walsh & Alan Mansfield.