Story Behind the Song
The song is about making the best of life and realizing that what God gives is all we need.
Lyrics
Hey you, Mona Lisa, out on parade
(If I’m pretty, can I walk with you?)
Beauty like the sun will slowly fade
Give me your hand and we’ll move to the music sweet
(This is our song)
Let’s dance to the waltz of the ill-reprieved
Who can take your burdens, make them fly away?
In every sad song there’s a rhythm to play
(Play out loud)
If your mind is closing off the world you see,
Let’s dance to the waltz of the ill-reprieved
Take every hand and go ‘round in the world
(Come closer. You’ll hear it)
Gliding to my serenade
(My serenade)
Love is the dance that moves to the songs we play
(Love is a song we play)
Raise your hand, Pharisee, time to throw the stones
(If you’re clean, you can cut in line)
Another broken mirror in a castle full of bones
Time to give more than water to the least of these
(Come on down)
Let’s dance to the waltz of the ill-reprieved
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