[VERSE 1] She wore his jacket to the funeral, buttoned wrong, perfume on the sleeve. Everybody came to tell her how sorry they were to see her grieve. She nodded like a little actress, smiled whenever someone cried. Then she slipped out through the kitchen with his photograph inside. [PRE-CHORUS] The moon was hanging crooked, the street was almost bare. She put his favorite record on and danced like he was there. [CHORUS] Dance, dance macabre, dance until the morning comes. Dance, dance macabre, like he's still the only one. Round and round the empty room, laughing at the chandelier. Dance, dance macabre— if he can't come home, she'll meet him here. [VERSE 2] She left two glasses on the table, one for her and one for him. She talked about their stupid arguments, how she'd never let him win. She told him all the gossip he would've loved to hear. Then she raised her glass and whispered, “Darling, you should still be here.” [PRE-CHORUS] The record started skipping, but she wouldn't let it stop. She danced across the carpet until the needle dropped. [CHORUS] Dance, dance macabre, dance until the morning comes. Dance, dance macabre, like he's still the only one. Round and round the empty room, laughing at the chandelier. Dance, dance macabre— if he can't come home, she'll meet him here. [POST-CHORUS] Left foot— for the life we had. Right foot— for what we lost. Spin once— don't look back. Spin twice— forget the cost. [VERSE 3] By three o'clock she's barefoot, her lipstick on the glass. She whispers little secrets to a photograph. She knows he isn't listening. She knows he's really gone. But grief has got a funny way of dancing when you put the right song on. [BRIDGE] She said, “I'm not crying.” Then she laughed. “I'm dancing.” [BUILD] One more song. One more spin. One more night to let him in. One more song. One more spin. Don't let the silence win. [FINAL CHORUS] Dance, dance macabre, dance until the morning comes. Dance, dance macabre, like he's still the only one. Round and round the empty room, laughing at the chandelier. Dance, dance macabre— if he can't come home, she'll meet him here. Dance, dance macabre, don't let anybody see. Dance, dance macabre— he's still dancing inside of me. [OUTRO] The record stopped. She didn't.
