One dark and enchanted eveningnThe drapes pulled from the doornWith frolicking and flying guestsnThey entered and again they leftnThrough the windows and the open cracksnSlipping through the walls and wood and brassnnAnd the room is spinning like we're on a carouselnThe smoking candles make it hard to seenIf I am to find my love tonightnI am holding out my heart for you to seennOthers remained and continued the gamesnOf riddles and spindles and bottles of winenA breeze fills the skynAnd clears everyone's eyes nnAnd the room is spinning like we're on a carouselnThe smoking candles make it hard to seenIf I am to find my love tonightnI am holding out my heart for you to seennIf I am to find my love tonightnI am holding out my heart for you to seennHis vision is like that of a tale from a distant landnStraight from a story of love and glorynSo strong he stands as he offers me his handnAnd we waltz to the drums of a foreign bandnnAnd the room is spinning like we're on a carouselnThe smoking candles make it hard to seenIf I am to find my love tonightnI am holding out my heart for you to seennNow the room is spinning like we're on a carouselnThe smoke has taken us to the fog of the mornnOn a sea of love that's bound to benWe are holding up our hearts for you to seenWe are holding up our hearts for you to see