Chandelier

This head is haunted by a chorus in the skythe voices aren't mineI kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyesthey're crawling up my spinethey bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlightStrike a match!Light the chandelier!this bedroom is a ballroom nowstrike the band and make the dead dancethis room is filled with corpses in costumesMy guests dress in black and blue, I raise a toast to the fewthe orchids are in bloomthere's a dead note in the choir of the gardenthe sun will kiss the gloom because the warden's giving pardons soonStrike a match!Light the chandelier!This bedroom is a ballroom nowstrike the band and make the dead dancethis room is filled with corpses in costumes"This is your last night, do you believe in what you write? We open the sky and we hope you see light."Light a match!Light the chandelier!This bedroom is a ballroom nowstrike the band and make the dead dancethis room is filled with corpses in costumes