Beneath the stars, beneath the skies –
Where dreams belong, where dreams come true.
As the moon rises beyond the curtains,
My heart beats in shameful despair.
Alas, my dreams, alas.
Lookin’ back on how it was in years gone by,
And the good times that I had;
Makes today seem rather sad, so much has changed…
Whoever said art had to last?
A second, or a thousand years; does that make it any less?
But if you knew,
That all you had could pull you through –
Would you say adieu, or
Would you still be true?
