We may be old and grey,
We may be gone any day,
But with you by my side,
Our souls will dance the sorrow away

Pan the camera, that's right.
We'll wait for you to look the other way,
Then we'll strike.

When we are near, you may hear us groan.
You think you can run but you've heard us,
You're done.

I'll stay here hidden, don't try to watch me.
I don't like being watched, and soon you'll see why you shouldn't anger me,
When I come running.

I don't care, do what you please.
I'll simply analyse your behaviour without you even noticing.
But watch once the rooms darken, that's when I lighten up.

Don't temp me, I am always here, in your mind.
You won't notice me at first, in the same room.
But when you do, I wouldn't call it a "Golden" moment.