A visitation to the rhythm world
Where dancers pulse
As if they've bid farewell to death itself
They mix their paint
Like the floating lilies of Monet
You found perfection in the falling leaves
In a wilting flower, in a patch of weeds
People change, they break and bend
But god knows that someday the music will end
Oh love what will they say when we're dead and gone
Oh love have you no fear of the morning sun
Oh love why don't you wait, till the morning comes
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes
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A summer evening in the outfield stands
The moon is waning just overhead
A race to death, le danse macabre
And we're all running until we stop
I'm just passing through, but I'd like to stay
Would you join me, before our memory fades
Embrace the hollow, the grand ascent
But god knows that someday the music will end
Oh love what will they say when we're dead and gone
Oh love have you no fear of the morning sun
Oh love why don't you wait, till the morning comes
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes
♪
The edge of the abyss, all one can do is smile back
In a world of shifting dunes, in a river made of sand
The vast indifference of the mountains to the sea
The world is made of trouble, so let the atoms be
Oh love what will they say when we're dead and gone
Oh love have you no fear of the morning sun
Oh love why don't you wait, till the morning comes
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes
Oh love what will they say when we're dead and gone
Oh love have you no fear of the morning sun
Oh love why don't you wait, till the morning comes
Till the morning comes, till the morning comes