three is a crowd

I saw mothers and farmers all dressed up in their pyjamas made of steel 
  Feel free to fall I'll wait outside 'cause there is no excuse for the rain 
  Keep me updated, keep me updated, the newspaper is older than my jokes 
  You're always beautiful, that's what you are - I help you up, you pull me down 

  Why would she be running from me, with clouds coming after us? 
  I only got silver smoke to fight back her sleeping cash machines 

  A brand new carpet to put things upon 
  Like wishes and notes and Burberry clothes 
  Shivering bodies troubled and fiery red 
  And twinkling toes dancing in their sleep 

  Dancing in their sleep 
  Dancing in their dreams 
  Dancing in their sleep 
  Dancing when they're free 
  Dancing in their sleep