Should you stay and follow the ones that hold you
In a rambling verse of delicate lies
Not visit grieving spirits with tears overdue
Just to see an approving glance
In a stranger’s eyes

Will you hold on the tip of your tongue the words
Rising from the dew of care
To follow an illusion so incredibly absurd
Tomorrow you will not even recall
Why you were there

Can you measure your waters by the glow within
Or know what your future holds
If you dance with one whose aim is to win
Regardless of pain and despair
Within his control