Masquerade
I move a little,
they change,
Scurrying aside.
Hey hey,
Dance.
Un, deux, trois...
The orchestra crunches.
A step back, go forth.
Masks on hands.
And the sun beams,
They dapple as they hop and glide.
My hand above,
A sun eclipse.
I move a little,
they change,
Scurrying aside.
Hey hey,
Dance.
Un, deux, trois...
The orchestra crunches.
A step back, go forth.
Masks on hands.
And the sun beams,
They dapple as they hop and glide.
My hand above,
A sun eclipse.
