Last Tango in Paris
Dancing Shadows: Unveiling Life's Illusions in 'Last Tango in Paris'
Lyrics
We don't exist
We lack a substantial existence.
We are nothing but shadow and mist
We are merely fleeting and intangible.
In the mirror we look as we pass
Our reflection in the mirror as we move past.
No reflection's revealed in the glass
No visible reflection in the glass.
Don't you know that the blood in your vein is as lifeless as yesterday's rain?
The blood in our veins is devoid of life, akin to yesterday's rain.
It's a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feel
Life is a game where we hide to mask the inner turmoil.
But as long as we're nameless our bodies are blameless
Being nameless protects our bodies from blame.
You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist
Tears shed during a kiss, yet it was a mere illusion.
Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by chance
Two illusions converge in a trance, creating love unintentionally.
To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we swore was the last
Committing to a past theme, a tango believed to be the final one.
We are shadows who dance
We are elusive shadows engaged in a dance.
We don't exist
Reiteration: We lack a substantial existence.
We are nothing but shadow and mist
Reiteration: We are merely fleeting and intangible.
In the mirror we look as we pass
Repetition: Our reflection in the mirror as we move past.
No reflection's revealed in the glass
Repetition: No visible reflection in the glass.
Don't you know that the blood in your veinis as lifeless as yesterday's rain?
Reiteration: The blood in our veins is devoid of life, akin to yesterday's rain.
It's a game where we come to conceal the confusion we feel
Repetition: Life is a game where we hide to mask the inner turmoil.
But as long as we're nameless our bodies are blameless
Repetition: Being nameless protects our bodies from blame.
You cried when we kissedIt was nothing but shadow and mist
Reiteration: Tears shed during a kiss, yet it was a mere illusion.
Two illusions who touch in a trancemaking love not by choice but by chance
Reiteration: Two illusions converge in a trance, creating love unintentionally.
To a theme that we tore from the past to a tango we swore was the last
Repetition: Committing to a past theme, a tango believed to be the final one.
We are shadows who dance
Repetition: We are elusive shadows engaged in a dance.
We are shadows who dance
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