Months, years of the same
Uncertainty the traded currency
Doubts in gold and silver
The whispers of the past
Played in easy dances to smooth tunes
On dancefloors a blaze in laser light
Echo out from dreams
And again
The promise of their return is afoot
Perhaps again the night will be sweated out
Again the music will blare
Endorphins with course through eager veins
This torrid devalued currency will be replaced
At a rate of millions of one
With something new
Bank notes inscribed with hope
