Somewhere, joyfully a-rolling with a didn't-come-true dream
Aboard the paper ship a-sailing [with] drying out wishes stream
Flying on the wings of melody of timid first slow dance
Lives in mind's gloomy corner shadow of the Innocence
It's the first strokes of red paint on the canvas then still white
It's the images a-shaping into the alluring sight
It's the touch to bud of rose that hasn't bloomed seducing grace
It's the thrill of first temptation, fever of the first embrace

[Chorus:]
(After the ball is over, after the break of morn
After the dancers' leaving, after the stars are gone;)
Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all;
Many the hopes that have vanished, after the ball
It's intoxicating flavor of the still forbidden fruit
It's the childish glance that somehow turned to passionate and lewd
It's the fingers stretched to fire, seeking warmth and burnt so soon
It's the lullaby of hopes that started ringing out of tune
It's not healing scars on veins left by first love gone for good
It's the desperate silence screaming that was never understood
It's the feelings, naked feelings - raped, abused and tread to dust
It's the virginity you've lost just for the sake of being loved at last...

[Chorus.]