Spinning circles on the floor, dancing on forever more,
Lights are shining down above, sounded something just like love,
New things for old - old stories being told,
Dreams somehow real - things I can feel,
And the dance goes on again, Turn to face, it never, ever ends
Future seems so hard to find - didn’t want to seem unkind,
Was it something I had said? Different lives I could have led
New things for old - old stories being told,
Dreams somehow real - things I can feel,
And the dance goes on again.....
And the dance goes on again.....
Faces that I recognise - they seem dead behind the eyes,
Like tall shadows in the dark, seeming throwaway remark,
Thoughts dance right by - I heave a sigh,
Path winds away, something for another day.