Come on in... mind the shadows... they're old friends here. Walking down the path of my own bones, candles in the window of a house I used to know. Every memory's a tombstone, every name a velvet thread, and I'm dancing with the ghosts of the things I never said. She laughed like the dry summer wind, kissed me like a sin, we'd tangle in the moonlight with the whole world closing in. Dirty little heaven, sweet and wicked, warm... but so wrong, and I'd live it all again just to hear that old love song. Oh, the dark is kind, the dark is kind, it keeps the best of me... it keeps the best of me. Oh, bury me in velvet, bury me in light, I'm a sinner and a saint on a candlelit night. Hold me, hold me, hold me, till the morning comes, it's a sad, sweet poem, and I'm singing along. Oh, bury me in velvet, bury me in light. Hold still. Midnight on my shoulders, whiskey on my tongue, I'm kissing every shadow like the sweetest ever sung. No road, no reason, no place I have to be, just the hum of all my yesterdays inside of me. Oh, we were young and hungry, we were tangled up in flame, sheets like crumpled prayers, and we never knew the name. Of this thing that held us, of this ache that made us glow, now it's just a lantern in the graveyard down below. The dark is kind... the dark is kind... Oh, bury me in velvet, bury me in light, I'm a sinner and a saint on a candlelit night. Hold me, hold me, hold me, till the morning comes, it's a sad, sweet poem, and I'm singing along. Oh, bury me in velvet, bury me in light. Sing it slow... sing it low... the dark is kind... I'm still alive... Sing it slow...
