Mob Rules

I see the dancer at the gates of dawn
His dances bring you to the tales of his world
The son has left him in a burning war
His wife has suffered from this failure
A day or a year
Is it far is it near to his home?
He lives and he cries
Without ache, without lies he goes
Don't look back in anger
Just try to picture the world in your head
The miracle dancer
Is turning his soul in a heaven-sent miracle dance