The Last Dancer

The life has gone from this room There is no future for me There was dancing and the mood Shifted from tender to a lifeless beat Needless happy as in June When this battle stained the white with bleeding I will not be equal to The fool who cherishes her own misdeed Look at the stars in the winter sky Everything will bleed tonight What a beautiful day to die The last I saw of myself Was a shadow in the water stream In the life that I left To walk into the land of defeat Now this is home, this is wealth Awakening to the sound of the sea Where I can watch from a distance And rule my land of misery Look at the stars in the winter sky Everything will bleed tonight What a beautiful day to die Feel the air grow cold and dry Everything will be just fine What a beautiful day to die The shadow from the former Over my shoulder waiting to take me home I heard its every call I know what it wants I’m willing to leave for home