From the album Winter

Lyrics

Tiny Red Ribbons
on a broken bowling floor
Who is that dancer?
and what is she dancing for?
Right. Is this living?
I call it war
Where’s the damn melody?
And how does it go?

Hold tight to those ribbons
Step light on the floor
I know you’re not dancing for love
but are you dancing for more
than these little ribbons?
All washed out and worn?
What are you dancing for?

Falling through circles
There's holes in the daylight
Tearin the fabric of a...
I just wanna get on with my life
And put these little ribbons
On my little red bike
and ride em with Siskel and Ebert
out in the night...

You're nothing, no no, you’re no good
You’re no good you no more
So what are you dancing for?

Caught up in colours
The greens and the reds and the whites
Two guys pounding on the door and I
Just hope they're all right
And I, calling the night
until I find you gone
And I turn out the light

You're nothing, no no, you’re no good
You’re no good you no more
So what are you dancing for?