when the world stops turning where will you turn to?
hands clung to the broken memories of the past
and the drugs that we are into will bring no relief
and we will be gone from here without a trance
filled on the nuisance of the usual world
we forgot to take the time to have that dance
the ballroom is still there, so is my attire
and i have filled the champagne to the brink
while the sun will be setting, we will have our rendezvous
and down the vortex of obliteration we will sink
where love meets & ends within itself
where we find and lose ourselves
where we give us another chance
where you and i have our first & last dance
मंच 