On tiptoes she dances

On tiptoes she dances

An imaginary waltz

Down a moonlit path she’ll never take again.

In a ballroom bright, she sparkles

Twirling round and round

Her partner smiles and the orchestra plays on

Then, it dissolves, and she’s left alone on a lonely rooftop

Left with only an echo in her ears and bloody feet from her frantic dancing

All alone

She gazes over the edge, wishing for something she knows is but a dream

Then, she trips and she’s falling…

falling…

falling…

And she’s back in the ballroom bright as the sun

In a dress of black and white lace, she sparkles

Her partner smiles and the orchestra plays on

And they dance an imaginary waltz for all eternity