The night is drawing on But all the strain not told on him And he won’t fall into the sleep of the just To be a tumbler or a lonesome intruder He is as good as gold and searching for trust
Be, to be the Harlequin who shines in dead gold To kill those idle thoughts about this stronghold See, see the evening star in this sunset glow Sailing the splendor ships straight on the port bow
Strike the sands of ever The lingering sound of dreams In harsh reality Turn over a new leaf Ardently desired And forever
Shine, it fired his imagination so far And he gave rise to hope Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar To the dancer on a rope Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? And who will draw the line? Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been May all the ways then shine
Sometimes he’s worlds apart and elsewhere lies his dream And he won’t never shift the blame on you Sometimes a parting kiss speaks louder than action When life turns suddenly like a bolt from the blue
He, he’s not the silver slave supposed to be He’s on the rise to fame out of this tragedy See, so now the odds are even literally true There is no limit to it all, there is no taboo
Strike the sands of ever The lingering sound of dreams In harsh reality Turn over a new leaf Ardently desired And forever
Shine, it fired his imagination so far And he gave rise to hope Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar To the dancer on a rope Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? And who will draw the line? Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been May all the ways then shine
Don’t clip those wings of a flying When wearing your heart on your sleeve But still there is life among dying The far cry off and make-believe
In this palatial hallway Should all be null and void Between the tricks of fortune In years that he enjoyed? He is the one enigma High flown beneath the sun Is he the last resort When future has begun?
Shine, it fired his imagination so far And he gave rise to hope Shine, true ring of conviction will leave a scar To the dancer on a rope Shine, so where’s the difference between man and machine? And who will draw the line? Shine, the game is worth the candle, always been May all the ways then shine