When the lights grow dim and the blaze dies down
Still the earth goes round and round.
Spinning round and round and round.
And I lay on the ground.
Of pain and pleasure it is all the same.
I never really knew the name.
Never played the modest game.
Ran my fingers through the flame.
The stars shine brightly with the moon.
Silenced is the common loon.
Skies fall on us all by noon.
I will love you again someday soon.
In the shadow of the dune.
I will sing a different tune.
As you read to me the runes.