I am dancing in the dead of night,
With the dead of the night.
I couldn't be more at peace
As the spirits gather around me,
Asking me questions and pursuing me
As though I were a great find.
We dance our Indian dances,
And waltz's in the evening.
I'm at peace and I'm happy
But I know that in the morning,
I'll wake up miserable,
Angry and sad for no reason.
The living are terrible,
The dead, marvelous!