It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before 
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd 
These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor 
As here once again they strut and they fret their hour 
I see those half-familiar faces in the second row 
Ghost-like with the footlights in their eyes 
But where or when we met like this last time I just don't know 
It's like a chord that rings and never dies 
For infinity 

And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes 
Are waiting around for someone to call their names 
They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressing-rooms 
And vanish to specks of light in the picture-frames 
But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago 
In some play in Paris or Madrid? 
And was I there among them then, in some travelling show 
And is it all still locked inside my head 
For infinity 

And some of you are harmonies to all the notes I play 
Although we may not meet still you know me well 
While others talk in secret keys and transpose all I say 
And nothing I do or try can get through the spell 
So one more time we'll dim the lights and ring the curtain up 
And play again like all the times before 
But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds 
Of laughter like the waves upon the shores 
Of infinity