[Verse 1] I saw her dancing in the hall of bones, A Cemetery dress floating like a prayer. Moonlight kissed her hollow face, but she was never really there. The hearses silhouette in the graveyard mist, skeletons laughing in purple and black. I reached for her hand, but it passed through air — what else could a dead man do? [Chorus] Oh my angel, where can my baby be? I left black roses on the coffin for thee. The grave yards lights glowed in the crimson fog, but I kept walking through the memory smog. Oh my angel, where can my baby be? She’s dancing in death, but not with me. [Verse 2] I found her footsteps in the chapel dust, soft as whispers from a distant dream. Her shadow moved like a fading prayer, caught in the glow of a moonlit beam. I reached the pew where she used to sit, the air still warm with the shape of her name. I called her back, but the night replied — “Some angels never return the same.” [Chorus] Oh my angel, where can my baby be? I left black roses on the coffin for thee. The Grave yards lights glowed in the crimson fog, but I kept walking through the memory smog. Oh my angel, where can my baby be? She’s dancing in death, but not with me. [Bridge] I felt her fingers brush against my own, cold as the marble of an unmarked stone. She tried to speak but the night grew still, and carried her voice beyond the hill. [Final Chorus] Oh my angel, where can my baby be? I left black roses on the coffin for thee. The hearse stopped, the fog rolled in, and I heard her whisper through my skin. Oh my angel, where can my baby be? She’s dancing in death, but not with me
