Music rolls through the halls, echoing through the tunnels into the ears of those sleeping.

Come on, we must dance to these wonderful sounds!

And they dance, as the fires burn on the torches and candles.

We'll be okay, let's just head home, the world is never going to end!

The music stops and the world slows,

They kiss and tell their love, but the tunnel collapsed.

Young and in love, so cliché, don't you think so?