Beyond the nights of revelry,
Beyond the times washed red with wine,
Beyond the lips which fake a smile,
Lies a heart-
Humming a solitary tune;
The tune of life, the tune of death-
The tune no one else can ever get.

It plays on like the incessant rain-
It plays joy, it plays pain.
It tells of all the times we’ve laughed,
It tells of all the silent tears wept.
It shrieks to let out to the world-
All the secrets it’s kept.

A faraway flute sometime,
Or may be a discordant cello;
The tune goes on playing-
Painful and mellow.

The brain is tired with the nagging tune,
Isn’t it time yet, to bid it adieu?
When shall the tune play-
The finale for the last waltz?
Let me indulge, let me sink-
Into this dance of life.

Let me dance away till I’m gone,
May the tune never again play on.
Let it fade, let it die-
Let it not sing again, of times gone by.

Begin the ball-
Begin the waltz;
Let me dance into oblivion,
Before the curtains fall.

Give me your hand, give me your soul-
Let’s dance the last dance,
Before the night gets old.
Let’s just sit and hear the maestro play-
The tune’s heavy finale.