Last Tango in Paris

We don't exist

We are nothing but shadow and mist

In the mirror we look as we pass

Our reflections revealed in the glass

Don't you know that the blood in your veins

Is as lifeless as yesterday's rain

It's a game where we come to conceal

The confusion we feel

As long as we're nameless

Our bodies are blameless

You cried when we kissed

It was nothing but shadow and mist

Two illusions who touch in a trance

Making love not by choice, but by chance

To a theme that we tore from the past

To a tango we swore was the last

We are shadows of dance

To a theme that we tore from the past

To a tango we swore was the last

We are shadows of dance

We are shadows of dance

We are shadows of dance...