The moon will always keep its distance
But it shines its light for all
It swings like a lady on the dance floor
Trusting in the hands of her lover

I sit beneath the wall-flower tables
As the waiters bring her sparkling water
Disfiguring my clay beads of money
Still believing in magic and fairy tale

While the bad world builds its bridges
Then kills off all of its labourers
I edge slowly towards its supports
With the miracles of life laughing