Duran Duran

The trade's on, she drains emotion
To drink from the breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen, crystal in the morning
Birth time rose, a thorn for coronation

All arise from your rest
We'll find enough there to feed you
Soon you'll belong to the blessed
Spare us your lives while we need you

Loud, is the music, the crowd is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music, the sky is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on

Loud, is the music, the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music, the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
And on, winter marches on