when I reach that distant shore
we'll hang out and maybe get a tan
feeling so lovely and free
set the motion of the commotion
to standards and set sail
what's lost can never be found
what's to gain whether it be
pleasure or pain
so take your masks off
and dance with me
under the pale moonlite
and get yourself
some kinda moon tan
no need for any kind
of lotion..
the magic is in your eyes
I tell you no lies
the questions are the same
makes no difference
whose to blame..
losing or winning
feast or famine
up or down
tables are turned
never trust
the tears of a clown
make believe that
I can deliver the moon
to you my love..
