Albert and the Hurricane - Owel

Only for a brief moment, I breathe

In the center of an awful dream

But it’s beautiful in the middle

But then I hear those distant drums

And once again, the waltz begins

We twist, we bend

Is this the end?

And once again the city spins

We twist, we bend

This is the end

And once again the city spins

We twist, we bend

This is the end

The end