Spins round and round
The dancer goes...

Sitting alone
The darkness creeps...

Maybe if you open your eyes
and look at your window...

Perfect worlds
all made of glass...

Play with fire
and you get burned...

Over the clouds
Above the sky...

One upon a time
when the world was young...

Open your eyes
and look inside...

Through the trees
the wind must blow...

Its funny when the times we shared
smolder into nothing...

In those Trenches.
In those trenches they will die...

Joey, Joey
how do i love thee...