we were born with the light of the gypsy
worn out clothes and a radiant third eye
now our violins lie somewhere on the backseat
it's been ages since we've played them life

southern light, make us whole
pour some lovin' in our soul
know there's life when the hope is gone
southern light, and the dance goes on

one step too far, can't match the maker
cause it's ten steps back and running out of time
fallen from grace, or caught by the fragrance of
'hold on to me, now don't you cry'

southern light make me whole
pour some sunshine in my soul
I know there's life when the hope is gone
southern light, cause the dance goes on

southern light,...
the dance goes on and on and on ...