[Intro - Harpsichord flourish, pizzicato strings] Sometimes we dream within a dream, dancers in gilded rooms, hiding behind perfumes, hiding behind masks. [Hook - Sharp staccato delivery] It is so kitsch, it is so kitsch, there must be a glitch, move, move, hitch, hitch! [Verse 1 - Dramatic swell, layered strings] It is carnival in Venice, and masks are the truth, and the truth is the mask one wears at dusk. Don’t blame Iago, blame Otello? [Hook - With percussion flair] It is so kitsch, it is so kitsch, there must be a glitch, move, move, hitch, hitch! [Instrumental Break - Harpsichord solo + orchestral interlude] [Verse 2 - Flowing strings, slower pacing] The sense of things is like a perfume, mixing with other perfumes — essence against essence, in an eternal dance. [Hook - More urgent tone] It is so kitsch, it is so kitsch, there must be a glitch, move, move, hitch, hitch! [Bridge - Slower, airy vocals over minor strings] We dance and watch the moonlight drowning in the canals, like pieces on a marble chessboard, Pieces that do and don’t exist, for they are just moves entwined. [Build - Percussion ramps, vocal layering] Move, move, Hitch, hitch, hitch, hitch... [Tag - Climactic orchestral hit, dramatic delivery] Venice attack… Venice attack… [Outro - Fade out with strings and distant harpsichord arpeggio]
