In the twilight of the hall they call your name Are you a ghost? A flick'ring flare?
Then the spotlight cuts the dust that fills the air And hits your face Are you still there?
And then you're turning to the stage To climb the stairs - God, what a sight And then the audience applaud You are the goddess of the night
Jula, you're the star Lost in the riddle Jula, strange by far Your life's so brittle
Follow me Behind the screen Behind the dream A nightmare from a movie scene And colourise your black and white Fake smile in the mirror
Their make-up hides the sorrow in your face This ain't your life This ain't your place But you throw a kiss and faintly fake a smile Like you have learned, the silent style
And then you're turning to the stage To climb the stairs - God, what a sight And then the audience applaud You are the goddess of the night
