Lyrics

A dusty hall stands like deserted
that sleeps through days as children run.
Then night comes in and breathes fresh life
carried in on the arms of the lively ones.
The painted lady leans by the dance floor
her standing post from dusk til dawn,
Her smoking eyes froze lifeless as the people dance on and on...
Sleep, it has no sway upon her, as time will never reveal her age.
For her eyes will never close and her smile will never fade.
Oh, how she longs to step upon the floor, to sway with men as lovers do,
But night goes on and dancers will sleep again 'fore the edge of that longing's
through.
Oh, see them dancing, Oh, see them twirling,
Spinning around that dusty hall
Oh, what a world when little wall flowers,
Can't pull themselves off of their own walls. X2
So may the people move as dead leaves blowing across the water still,
She'll never show what happens when motion is coupled with fiery will.
And may you dance if longing takes you, where your faint heart may fear to go,
Don't soon forget the desire that burns in the hearts of those who may never
know...