So we stole ourselves away from the party
And we started our own little wave
Under centuries of willows in the garden
That as well stole away from being paved
No order no line
No foreground no shrine
No ending no fight
And they want to know
Where, where have you been?
Where, where have you been?
And they want us to know
Where we should have been
Where we should have been
Well we were busy dancing around the willow tree
Well we were busy dancing around the moonlight shadows like
Were still waiting for the tale
To be told
We're the figures and the song and the key
Seven wishes and two hands full of gold
Mellow devils in our backs disappear
No order no line
No foreground no shrine
No ending no fight
And they want to know
Where, where have you been?
Where, where have you been?
And they want us to know
Where we should have been
Where we should have been