[Verse 1] The west wing’s dressed in peeling gold, A portrait gives me side-eye. I pin a rose to moth-eaten lace And let the grand clock lie. Your polished shoes make a careful squeak, You’re late by half a century. I pour two fingers of dusty red— This house still knows its courtesy. [Pre-Chorus] Come closer, darling, mind the stair, The banister has taste. The ghosts are terribly particular About a guest with haste. [Chorus] Welcome to the cobweb couture, Where the hems drag low and the manners endure. You can lose your heart, but keep your gloves on, The ballroom’s booked till the break of dawn. A little dust, a little allure— Come wear your trouble: cobweb couture! [Verse 2] The chandelier is missing stones, But darling, so are we. You bow beneath a silver web; It’s practically jewelry. The butler’s gone, the cook’s a rumor, The cellar keeps the key. Yet every room has saved a place For someone just like me. [Pre-Chorus] Come closer, darling, mind the stair, The banister has taste. The ghosts are terribly particular About a guest with haste. [Chorus] Welcome to the cobweb couture, Where the hems drag low and the manners endure. You can lose your heart, but keep your gloves on, The ballroom’s booked till the break of dawn. A little dust, a little allure— Come wear your trouble: cobweb couture! [Bridge] If the floorboards sigh, just call it applause, If the portraits blink, don’t ask for the cause. And if you should leave when the morning comes, Take a little of the house beneath your thumbs. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the cobweb couture, Where the hems drag low and the manners endure. You can lose your heart, but keep your gloves on, The ballroom’s booked till the break of dawn. A little dust, a little allure— One last turn in cobweb couture! [Outro] Mind the stair, dear, tip your hat— This house remembers where you’re at.
