Step— Step— Don’t look back. There’s a ballroom in the blackout where the chandeliers still glow Shadows in their satin gloves moving slow, moving slow Hear the laughter through the keyholes, hear the violin complain They’re spinning like a memory that refuses to decay If they ask you for your name, don’t answer If they ask you for your heart, don’t hand it over It’s the dance of the dead In the glitter and dread Where the roses are red And the truth stays unsaid Hold my hand, count to ten Don’t let go, don’t pretend ’Cause the music will bend Till we’re ghosts again Dance of the dead I can feel the floorboards breathing like a beast under my heels Every step is sweet surrender, every spin a stolen deal They wear smiles like broken masks, they wear love like a blade If you want the crown at midnight, you pay what you can’t repay Keep your eyes on the exit line Keep your pulse in time It’s the dance of the dead In the glitter and dread Where the roses are red And the truth stays unsaid Hold my hand, count to ten Don’t let go, don’t pretend ’Cause the music will bend Till we’re ghosts again Dance of the dead If I disappear, would you notice? If I crack, would you hold me? If the lights come up and I’m nobody— Promise you’ll still know me It’s the dance of the dead In the glitter and dread Where the roses are red And the truth stays unsaid Hold my hand, count to ten Don’t let go, don’t pretend ’Cause the music will bend Till we’re ghosts again Dance of the dead Step… Step… Don’t look back.
