Finally, here we are
Trespassing the widest backyard
Leaving Jesus and all Saints behind
We got a good good hand this time
Why does it feel avant-garde?
Why does it feel avant-garde?
My darling, my darling
You can come to me anytime you want
Anytime you wish
I'm right here, I'm right here
On the circle waiting for the night to come
And you come to me, so
Dance with the fairies
We have enough space
At Tchaikovsky pace, in spite of all
Our past mistakes
My darling, just dance
Barefoot just in case
We step in the golden dust of fame
In lullaby trance, ain't it scary?
Finally, here we are
We're stealing the reddest of cars
Leaving Satan and all sins behind
We got the best of hands this time
Why does it feel avant-garde?
Are we ahead of our time?
My darling, my darling
You can come to me anytime you want
Anytime you wish
I'm right here, I'm right here
On the circle waiting for the night to come
And you come to me, so
Dance with the fairies
We have enough space
At Tchaikovsky pace, in spite of all
Our past mistakes
My darling, just dance
Barefoot just in case
We step in the golden dust of fame
In lullaby trance, ain't it scary?
Dance with the fairies
We have enough space
At Tchaikovsky pace, in spite of all
Our past mistakes
My darling, just dance
Barefoot just in case
We step in the golden dust of fame
In lullaby trance
Dance with the fairies
We have enough space
At Tchaikovsky pace, in spite of all
Our past mistakes
My darling, just dance
Barefoot just in case
We step in the golden dust of fame
In lullaby trance, ain't it scary?