Blue people dancing gracefully
The curtains turn into wind, swirling, golden breeze
The castle grows taller, Orange leaves
It heaves and rattles, begins to breathe
I see her eyes, glowing, glistening
A blue so radiant, like early dusk sky
Back and forth we dance and twirl
The castle heaves and weaves and floats into the sky
Slowly but surely, higher than high
The fiddle the fiddle, it's sweet nectar come
We feed from it, ever longer
We see the gods now, greeting us with open arms as the golden gables reach the clouds
And the fiddle grows ever louder and louder
We dance faster now