Star Studded night another dreamer dies
Cold night alone another county line
Rich colored robes you'll never get it right
I like the way you move I like the way you dance
Another moon is passing lets count the days
Thought I saw a figure was probably a ghost
At the drop of a rose there's no luck in sight
If I start to fall will I be alright?
What's the point of listening? Of taking notes?
Who am I supposed to follow? And will I explode?
Where does this road end? There's nothing in sight
Why did I come here? It's not to die