Where does the Sun hide its
Burning peaks of wonder
Rise like spires
Above the writhing Earth and moaning minstrels
Walking down avenues of fate under the searing star The Sun.
Who wants to dance now with me?
Who wants to dance?
Let yourself dance
Light the burning flame
And run, run, run.
Night is here and where are you?
Where do you hide your golden rays?
In the empty sky,
In the soundless now.
Why do cities cry tears of light?