As we talk even now I see so clear the lovers that we'd always been. Oh, what a long time ago. I fear the bitter times, the bitter times we've come to know.
Let's strike up the band - in time or blind, we'll dance across the shifting sands. Oh, what a strange kind of faith. I fear the bitter times, the bitter times we've come to know
Play the drums & hang the tunes. Dance beneath the dancing moon. We laugh & cry to think again of better days.