In the light of the setting sun
When all appears to be gold,
Their cry is heard for miles away
Nor dead nor alive they dance under the spell of the night
Showing their true self to the moon alone

They shall never feel the pain of a broken heart
Or see the world in a child's eye,
They will never know how it feels to be loved
For all they do is dance in the moonlight the dance of lost
souls,
Dance then fade in to black
Only to dance again the following night