Year after year, weaved by threads and needles

Like an old shirt you don´t want to throw away

Once radiant with well adjusted forms

A love that hangs by a thread

But tonight he won´t sleep

He ran away to hang around with the girl next door

He´s the craftsman of a three-step waltz and then he leads

A dance that doesn´t allow any false steps

Every morning you wake up to build the hive

Slave to a boss with an iron fist

Who doesn´t care about you or your family

You dream about throwing the king in the dungeon

But tonight he won´t sleep

He ran away to hang around with the girl next door

He´s the craftsman of a three-step waltz and then he leads

A dance that doesn´t allow any false steps