He knew the secrets He knew how to cry But we didn't ask him if he wanted to die Secret impulses Quivering sexual spasms Only the intense can dance without moving Naked cold heart Open only to darkness Blackness is light when you're shut off from sunlight I am not haunted by the age of indecision calling me back from the past calling me to leave the other men chorus: only the intense can dance without moving His creative blood was warm White man cut with ice Only that can tell you the colour of Christ He died upon the flaming cross the link is forever lost.