there is a silence that bears all words
like dead leaves that look like birds
there's a silence in all the endings
a windmill cuts the air
with it's sharp giant blades
and the slash has blocked my escape
and the courage slides from my shoulders
everything i wanted nearly there
silver fingers through my hair
love to dare and love to share
and still i hear the music
of our ghost dance
we glide in the gloom
hand in hand
all i hear is the music
of our romance
we glide in the moonlight
hand in hand
there is a point at which we bend
like flowers on barren land
and there's point
that gives us back our sight
a swaying freedom calls
and all my thoughts are lifted
by the wind and one by one
they land afar like wingless moths
don't make a sound, no sound at all
all i wanted was almost reached
a pair of eyes with which to cry
born to love and free to fly
and still i hear the music
of our ghost dance
we glide in the gloom
hand in hand
all i hear is the music
of our romance
we glide in the moonlight
hand in hand

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