DANCING IN THE DARK

I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

Hear the tale of the ancient mariner... See his wild staring eyes as he stops one of three... Feel how he mesmerises one of the wedding guests to stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea....

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice to a place where nobody's been... Through the snow fog flies on an albatross... Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings. And the ship sails on, back to the North through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.

The mariner kills the bird of good omen... His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him and make themselves a part of the crime.

The albatros begins with its vengeance... a terrible curse... a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame the bad luck on the mariner... arround his neck, the dead bird is hung.

Day after day, week after week... we stuck there nor breath nor motion... as quiet as a painted ship upon a painted ocean...Water, water everywhere but not one drop to drink.

You can't start a fire
Worrying about your little world falling apart

Death and She, Life in Death, throw their dice for the crew... She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now. Then...crew one by one...they drop down dead, two hundred men...She...She, Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one.

The curse.. it lives on in their eyes... The mariner wished he'd die along with the sea creatures but they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of the moon... He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them... God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break... The albatross falls from his neck... Sinks down like lead into the sea... Then down in falls comes the rain.

Now the curse is finally lifted and the mariner sights his home... spirits go from the long dead bodies... form their own light... and the mariner's left alone.

And then a boat came sailing towards him... It was a joy he could not believe
The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit, penance of life will fall onto him.

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me

You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man...
And the tale goes on and on and on....