I did my best to notice . . .

. . . when the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart

Cut the cord

Are we human

Or are we dancers?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold

And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

Are we human or are we dancers?

Thank you for The Killer's Concert, Palladia. The Darby family needed a good pajama dance-off in the den this morning. Even Mack joined in.

I hope your Sunday is as happy as ours!