The scent of jasmine in the air
As the evening music streams
Down a hallway where I tremble
On the cusp of darker dreams
Butterflies now in my stomach
As I see the stranger’s face
Could this be a new salvation
Or a further fall from grace?
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Spinning round and spinning round

Chequered tiles across the dance-floor
Where the shadow people sway
Wearing masks that are so lovely
All my deeper fears allay
But there’s pain beneath the surface
Something odd now in their flow
As they laugh and tell their stories
In a language I don’t know
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Spinning round and spinning round

Feeling drunk now on some beauty
So I take the stranger’s hand
And he swears that he will take me
To some other, promised land
I need only to remember
What I know I will forget
What has bought me to this moment
What will tear me from it yet
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Spinning round and spinning round

In the morning from the balcony
Rose wild birds of paradise
Yet below in rolling meadows
Nestled memories of vice
And it rises on my tongue now
Some foul, rank and bitter taste
From games where we were plundered
And our innocence laid waste
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Spinning round and spinning round

Sense some sickness in my belly
As I lurch now, as I fall
From this place of fractured madness
Where I found this strange masked ball
If I only could remember
How the pain has led me through
Find that evening room of music
See this web I sometimes knew
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Down the rabbit-hole I tumble
Spinning round and spinning round.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved