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Oh, my dear, you come so close, With the roses and the velvet rose. I take your hand, I read your face, It says βforgiveβ in silk and lace. You speak of truth, I hear βadieu,β Your little lies come dressed in blue. But I am made of stubborn flame, I kiss the cut, I know the game. **[Pre-Chorus]** So, my love, do not pretend, A broken vow canβt bend and mend. I hear the thunder in your tone, Yet still I stand, unturned to stone. **[Chorus]** You are my midnight theatre, And I am all your fever, We dance on glass, we bleed in time, Then call it grace, then call it rhyme. Oh, my love, you test my soul, I turn the ache to gold. You are my midnight theatre, And I am all your fever. **[Verse 2]** At tea-time, you arrive in grey, All perfect manners, all delay. Your collar neat, your smile polite, A wolf in white, a blade in light. I wore my pride like candle-gold, You wore your hands around the cold. Still every insult, every spark, Leaves little music in the dark. **[Pre-Chorus]** So let the curtain kiss the floor, Iβve been betrayed, I want more. More violins, more aching breath, More love that flirts with little death. **[Chorus]** You are my midnight theatre, And I am all your fever, We dance on glass, we bleed in time, Then call it grace, then call it rhyme. Oh, my love, you test my soul, I turn the ache to gold. You are my midnight theatre, And I am all your fever. **[Bridge]** I will not beg in diamondsβ rain, I will not wear your neat disdain. If I must fall, I fall with style, A painted queen with a sharpened smile. So watch me rise from ash and lace, A scarlet truth across my face. (Ah, ah...) I sing the wound, I bless the tear, And leave your name to disappear. **[Final Chorus]** You are my midnight theatre, And I am all your fever, We dance on glass, we bleed in time, Then call it grace, then call it rhyme. Oh, my love, I know my role, I turn the ache to gold. You are my midnight theatre, And I am all your fever.
