This head is haunted by a chorus in the sky
The voices aren't mine
I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes
They're crawling up my spine
They bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlightStrike a match, light the chandelier
This bedroom is a ballroom now
Strike a band, make the dead dance
This room is filled with corpses in costumesMy guests dress in black and blue, I raise a toast to the few
The orchids are in bloom
But there's a dead note in the choir of the garden
The sun will kiss the gloom, the warden's giving pardons soonStrike a match, light the chandelier
This bedroom is a ballroom now
Strike a band, make the dead dance
This room is filled with corpses in costumesStrike a band and make them dance
(I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes)
Strike a band and make them dance
Make them danceThis is your last night
Do you believe in what you write?
We open the sky and we hope you see lightStrike a match, light the chandelier
This bedroom is a ballroom now
Strike a band, make the dead dance
This room is filled with corpses in costumesStrike a band and make them dance
(I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes)
Strike a band and make them dance
(This room is filled with corpses in costumes)