Common people living quietly in confusion. Information's giving quite a grand illusion. Hearts are beating, keeping time to meet a deadline. Faces pressed against the pane to watch a headline.
When pale turns to pink. With a soft unnerving ease. And all you've built around. May just tumble to the ground. . We stand or fall. With your future in another's hands.
So you think it's over. So you think that down's. The only way out. A sad excuse for lovers. With your head held high. And your heart still full of doubt.
We came to dance. Making moves from a passion play. . The ties that bind us just slip away.. We came to dance. The piper calls out a different rhyme. .
The words played on around our heads. Perhaps we went too far. We'll soldier on until the end again. . This clutching hand around my hand. So pitiful and frail.
Hai!. . Oh mystical East, on old postcards,. Your childhood dreams and energies.. Your temples' gardens, old world charm,. An ancient culture, torn and scarred..
(And we talked) Just the two of us.. (All the time) Nothing serious.. (We pretend) Time is on our side.. ('Til the end) When the scream subsides.. . Yes, we had it all, had the key gripped in our hands..