Soon I will be a ghost.
Nothing but a figure of the forgotten past.
Slowly but surely fading away.
I will still reside in this upstate loft.
Sitting in that cocoa brown armchair.
Watching the future live on in a front row seat.

Where in the world is Waldo?
He blends in the endless crowds that clog the city streets.
No way to turn, no way out.

Where in the world is Waldo?
He finds himself at a beautiful beach,
overtaken by a tidal wave of emotions.
Filling him up to the brim, to his full capacity.

Where in the world is Waldo?
Lost in the physical and emotional world.
Never to be truly found.

Dream and dance, dream and dance
As tango through the turquoise tide.
Dream, dream, flying at the flower's glance
As tango through the turquoise tide,
Keeping bumblebees in trance.
Mountain brooks in sunshine glance,
Glance and trickle their path to hide.
Love me, sweetheart, stay with me in this Gothic romance.

Romance me and stay, romance me and stay.
Do you hear the whistle's wonderfully song?
Stay, stay, this night we may search the milky way.
Do you hear the whistle's wonderfully song?
Wonderfully weird whistling demands the light of the day.
So let the tears go and they will flow away
And stay with me, when love may be so strong.
Just stay with me, sweetheart, love me in this Gothic romance.