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