• On tiptoes she dances

    An imaginary waltz

    Down a moonlit path she’ll never take again.

    In a ballroom bright, she sparkles

    Twirling round and round

    Her partner smiles and the orchestra plays on

    Then, it dissolves, and she’s left alone on a lonely rooftop

    Left with only an echo in her ears and bloody feet from her frantic dancing

    All alone

    She gazes over the edge, wishing for something she knows is but a dream

    Then, she trips and she’s falling…
    falling…
    falling…

    And she’s back in the ballroom bright as the sun

    In a dress of black and white lace, she sparkles

    Her partner smiles and the orchestra plays on

    And they dance an imaginary waltz for all eternity