Sun sets over domes and spires   Like a magic circle   it's over her head and under her tyres   It's incidental,   but she only has time for essential dreams   So she's still waiting 'cause it seems like   there's nothing in the heart of the beas   I hear her saying   What kind of life is this?   It's in suspension   What kind of life is this?   Nothing happens      It's party time at the top of the hill   The air is freezing   and the grass is like wire inbetween the trees   The room is shaking   and I wish that I had more faith than this   I see her dancing,   and if I could dance would she dance with me?   But then she might say   What kind of dance is this?   It's in suspension   What kind of dance is this?   Nothing happens      Waiting for a miracle   Oh but nothing ever happens   Waiting for a miracle   Oh but nothing ever happens   Waiting for a miracle   Oh but nothing ever happens   Waiting for a miracle   Oh but nothing ever happens   Nothing ever happens   Nothing ever happens   Nothing ever happens   Nothing ever happens