The red river flows
To the sea of lost souls
we stand on the shore
and gather our clothes
Far from the beach
There's a boat out of reach
We can't see the captain
We can't hear him preach
So we dance, we dance, prisoners of chance
The music plays, our lives are made, and we dance
The evening sun falls
The sultry wind stalls
We move to our places
And the viola calls
And the ladies they sway
And begin their ballet
While the gentlemen gather
And make their display
The first light of dawn
Is the end of our song
Some leave in love
Some leave alone
At the turn of the tide
When the waters subside
There'll be nothing to see
and nothing to hide