la valse

circlé, la circlé
the sun and saturn,
atoms and eve;
spinning matter

circlé, la circlé
the circus, the clown;
the sights and show,
the lights, the sound

circlé, la circlé
the clap, the dance;
a love, a loss,
choices and a chance

Round and round we go,
but will you come around again?
In the circle, the circle we're in,
can this really be the end?

And it goes,
"Ce ne vas pas etre ce soir -
that we find out who we really are.
No, it won't be tonight
that we know what is,
but only what might ...
so sing the stars."