Beachwood Sparks
Come out you lovers wherever you hide,
There's a ghostdance under the moon tonight.
This is the end of our orderly retreate,
When we connect our energy to beat we dance…
Like spinach and Muhammed Ali,
A cloud in a whirlwind out of the west,
We dance, my love, we dance…
In love cryin for this world all alone,
But what was lost is gonna be restored.
We won't hibernate this winter, oh no,
We dance tonight, my love…
Grey houses gonna disappear
When we go head first through the air,
When we take it, we're going to make it…
1492, 1492