You have bitten on the plum of sadness
Bitter berries are a fruit you know
Dying is an art you find so easy
Poetry — a world where you let go
Come with me and dance under the moonlight
Come with me and play among the stars
Masquerade upon a flight of fancy
No-one really knowing who you are…
So try to set your spirit free
Fly beyond your destiny
To a special place where dreams are coming true…
Lady Lazarus — arise from ashes
Freedom flowing through your scarlet hair
Though your suit be burned — it doesn't matter
Men in black — you eat up like thin air
Winter trees are standing bare and lonely
Summer — it may never come again
Seems your life is caught inside a bell-jar
Can your broken heart break free from pain?
So try to set your spirit free
Fly beyond your destiny
To a special place where dreams are coming true…