You should know:
I could never go;
Let the rivers run dry,
Let the dry rivers flow.
Though you trample my pride,
Though you strip my love bare,
I remain at your side
When no other would care.
Is it strange?
I believe you once more
When you promise to change,
As I stand in the door.
Can a serpent grow wings?
Can a nettle soothe skin?
Yet I believe the lie:
Something makes me remain.
Mercy's fool,
Hapless puppet of chance.
Fortune calls out the tune:
We've no choice but to dance.
So curse the high gods,
Let their sirensong sing,
And fill up my glass,
Let the dancing begin.
