THE DANCE OF A THOUSAND SKELETONS BY STEVE TRIPP AND KEVIN BORICH

                                                          The Dance of a Thousand Skeletons

I can feel, the winds of change.

Blowing cold, against my shoulder.

I am alone, on the road to glory.

At the gates, of the great unknown.

I was the King of the Gypsies

at the dance of a thousand skeletons.

You said listen they're playing our song

and then they did the death march again.

But there was romance in the air

and I would not change that for anything

if we could do it all over again

that would remain exactly the same.

There was romance in the air

at the dance of a thousand skeletons.

Ever since the night that I met you

I have never been the same.

I am the bastard son of a poor man.

You are the Judges daughter.

We went looking for a dream

that was never meant to be.

But when I was, laying down there beside you

I got lost in a sweet sensation

I gave myself to you and you gave yourself to me.

There was a time I thought I knew you.

But then you became a stranger.

I thought I knew you, way back when and so long ago.

I thought I knew you, but then we both started changing.

I thought I knew you, but I guess that it only goes to show.

Now I'm standing by the campfire

and I'm thinking of you.

Flames are rising, into the starlight baby ... but you're not here.

There was a time I thought I knew you.

but then you became a stranger.

I thought I knew you, way back when and so long ago.

I thought I knew you, but then we both started changing.

I thought I knew you, but I guess that it only goes to show.

Musical contribution courtesy of Kevin Borich