Waltzing at sundown, we tread the shadows,
Our footsteps softly imprinting in the dust;
And music, faint and swooning,
Drifts out from an open window down the street.
Step by step, we gently sway,
Turning slow circles in the empty lane.
Behind us, the sky’s an orange blur
And the sinking sun – it slowly fades.
Even as darkness slowly cloaks us in its embrace,
We continue stepping to the melancholic beat,
Knowing that the end draws near
And slowly dancing circles all the same.