See the picture in the hall. Framed in magic on the wall. Ain't it funny how it glows. What's on the inside. No one knows. What makes this picture. So inviting. To those who stand outside it. Maybe it's the dancers. Or maybe it's the dance. The dancer dances. Thousands fill the gallery. They pay their price to see a dream. They can make believe for free. Two hours' worth of fantasy. Maybe they pretend. The picture's them. Or maybe they just love. To sit and blend. Tonight the picture has no frame. Colours unleash and float away. To each and everyone of you. Tonight the spirit brings the news. You become a part of it all. Thousands turn to one in the hall. You become the dancer. And we become the dance. The dancer dances. The dancer dances. The dancer dances. And we become the dancer. And you become the dance. .