Screaming on the wind, you’re trying to hide.
Stumbling exhausted through the maze
Fear and sorrow at your side.
Joy lost somewhere in the haze.
Then the music calls your feet
music calls your feet.
You are.. dancing… at the edge.
Dancing at the edge at the end of time.
Cowards guarding the gate,
against onslaught of cunning and hate.
They stay in, they don’t make any rounds,
to check out any rumour or suspect sound.
No light shines brighter,
than the one being born in the dark.
Your world starts right here,
lit up by dancing, joyful sparks.
Now the music calls your feet.
Music calls your feet.
We are.. dancing at the edge at the end of time.
The King in his high tower room,
in the hall of mirrors, and cameras zoom
In on his well rehearsed pose.
His greedy lying written in prose,
showcase of how to fake close.
credits
from Frozen Light,
released October 19, 2009
Music / lyrics: William Helvik
Produced and arranged by William Helvik and Ruben Rott Dalen