whispers in the ballroom, feet are turning gold
this dance is so tiresome, this dance is so old
when she turns to look, the whispers cease
but as long as she's there, she won't get peace
we always hear the softest lies
whispers in the ballroom, feet are turning gold
this dance is so tiresome, this dance is so old
when she turns to look, the whispers cease
but as long as she's there, she won't get peace
