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