Children are dancing. The gamblers are chancing their all. Windows accusing the door of abusing the wall. Who cares what the night watchmen say? The stage has been set for the play. So just hold me and tell me, you'll be here to love me today. Moon's come and gone, but a few stars hang on to the sky. Where the wind's running free, but it ain't up to me to ask why. But the poets are demanding their pay, and they've left me nothing to say. Except hold me and tell me, you'll be here to love me today. Just hold me and tell me, you'll be here to love me today. Just hold me and tell me, you'll be here to love me today. Hold me. Hold me. Tell me. Tell me. You'll be here to love me today. You'll be here to love me today. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music.