Crescent moon
From low in the sky
The first hour was close at hand
And through the winter trees
The last sang their last hurrah
And there's nothing in the mailbox
But a rumour
I sat on the balcony for a while
I read about the latest bad news
Murder and suicide
Chaos rule the world now
But the truth
My mind was far away
An echo of guilt
Rolled across my heart
What game am I playing now?
Because there is always a game
What game are we playing now?
What can you hear in my voice?
What news does my lover bring?
What can you hear in my voice?
Yeh yeh
From the Shangri-la
Sometimes it seems so close
But can it ever be regained?
Was it only a trick of the light?
A fine piece of stagecraft?
A story well told?
Just a story
What can you hear in my voice?
What news does my lover bring?
What can you hear in my voice?
Yeh yeh