There is a strange mood in the air
Whether you feel it or you don’t care
A triumphal march for the despaired
Golden dreams came true

The Orchestra played Waltz#2 all night long
All and each were pleased by the song
You could even see them sitting on the floor
Putting their feet up, off the ground

Will you lose touch with me? Oh oh oh
Let’s get a beauty mag and touch up! Oh oh oh
Will you lose touch with me?

Everybody had conceded the game
Our hearts beat so loud it was hard to sustain
It really felt like falling in between
Tick and tock off stream

Will you lose touch with me? Oh oh oh
Let’s get a beauty mag and touch up! Oh oh oh
Will you lose touch with me?

The grayness turned into a gracious natural spectacle
Lungs were filled with air, you needn’t breathe

If you take care I take care
If you take care I take care