Big vines along the walls
Dusts on every step in
I hear laughter in the air
Slowly turn into screams and cries
The squeak of rusty chandelier
Takes me back to the buried days of earlier
I see the king and the queen
The prince and the princess
The duke and duchess
The feast and the wine
Gaiety is the anthem
I feel something grabbing my hips
A deep gentle voice whispers in my ear, 'memories won't...