All is dead and turned to dust All is dead and turned to diamonds The moon has paralysed the night She moves the darkness round her body A gum and worn slide The sleepless watch her movements In her luminescent days Bedroom windows quake as she creates The softest hurricane Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Then all the noise converges into one A song that's outnumbered One can know but never grasp The meaning trapped within the word Sister dancer holds the answer Delivers the deserving cancer An angel to our devil's tangle Spare us, oh, forgive us, dancer Sister dancer holds the answer Save us, cure us of this cancer Angel to our devil's tangle Heal us, oh, forgive us, dancer Heal us, cure us of this cancer