Then circle slowly on thin ice In the rink, the dancers blink, Then circle slowly on thin ice In the rink, the dancers blink,

The sky is webbed with echoes The sky is webbed with echoes

Pen without ink, Where would the paper sink, It will blink With another short of drink. Pen without ink, Where would the paper sink, It will blink With another...

Let me write you, With an ink of love... Let me write you, With an ink of love...

It was linked, With magic ink, It was linked, With magic ink,

My heart does beat and make designs; of love on every canvas, it's kept tilted. My heart does beat and make designs; of love on every canvas, it's kept tilte...