Dance Goes On

The sun will come in a few hours
Somewhere from over there.
The dark will disappear
And tumble into the sky.
Into the sky, a-a-h...

For better uses to come
The truth's a feather.
Turning itself to a reminder
Or hate's own torture,
Or hate's own torture.
And the dance goes on,
And the dance goes on...

And the dance goes on
Without you this time.
And you even refuse   
To get in the line.
And the dance goes on,
The dance goes on...

The game will turn into parody:
Something we compare to life.
The rules will vanish now,
And it will all begin.
It will begin, a-a-h...

For other purposes I suppose
The new is a model.
Burning without a reason now
In love's own summer,
In love's own summer.
And the dance goes on,
And the dance goes on...

And the dance goes on
Without you this time.
And you even refuse   
To get in the line.
And the dance goes on,
The dance goes on...