there is a silence that bears all words like dead leaves that look like birds there's a silence in all the endings a windmill cuts the air with it's sharp giant blades and the slash has blocked my escape and the courage slides from my shoulders everything i wanted nearly there silver fingers through my hair love to dare and love to share and still i hear the music of our ghost dance we glide in the gloom hand in hand all i hear is the music of our romance we glide in the moonlight hand in hand there is a point at which we bend like flowers on barren land and there's point that gives us back our sight a swaying freedom calls and all my thoughts are lifted by the wind and one by one they land afar like wingless moths don't make a sound, no sound at all all i wanted was almost reached a pair of eyes with which to cry born to love and free to fly and still i hear the music of our ghost dance we glide in the gloom hand in hand all i hear is the music of our romance we glide in the moonlight hand in hand