Excitement is over
Music stopped
Feet tired and tied
My dance stops here

I need the comfort of a coffin
I need the freshness of cotton
I need the length of cold wood
I need the last word Amen

This night will another day
Before day ends
I will sing another song
May be without violine

I need a tear in your eyes
I need a sigh from your heart
I need a moment of your thoughts
I need a heartbeat of your

Day might grow into a night
Night might make me dance, again
Wondering inside a spiral of tunes
I might dance, without a rhythm

I might dance
without a rhythm
I might sing
without a violin
I might exist
without a hope
I might die
without a coffin