Ballroom Smoke

Velvet shadows on the ceiling Gold collapsing into dust Someone left the music bleeding Into glasses lined with rust I can hear the silence dancing With the ghosts beneath my skin Every mirror in the ballroom Knows the state I’m really in Champagne stains on satin gloves Black mascara on the pearls Everybody speaks in circles While the room devours girls I was born inside the spotlight Just to disappear in haze Turning heartbreak into movement Spinning slowly through the blaze And the violins keep burning Like a fever in my chest I smile like a perfect actress While the panic overdressed Hold me in the fading glitter Before the chandelier gives out There’s a riot in my bloodstream But I hide it in my mouth We dance like ballroom smoke Beautiful and choking Hearts overflowing While the whole room folds We sway like final flames Diamonds in the rain Everybody watching As we circle the drain And I keep twirling Though my lungs are turning cold We were never made for heaven We were ballroom smoke Ballroom smoke Ballroom smoke Floating through the gold Lipstick on the crystal edges High heels cracking marble floors Every laugh becomes a siren Every kiss another war You touched my hand like broken poetry Like danger dressed in white Two disasters moving elegantly Across the dying light And the orchestra keeps swelling Like the ocean in my veins There’s confetti in the ashes There’s romance inside the pain Pull me closer to the madness Before the final curtain falls If tonight becomes a funeral Let them dance beside the walls We dance like ballroom smoke Beautiful and choking Hearts overflowing While the whole room folds We sway like final flames Diamonds in the rain Everybody watching As we circle the drain And I keep twirling Though my lungs are turning cold We were never made for heaven We were ballroom smoke I saw the angels leave the building One by one in silver light No salvation in the spotlight No forever in the night But if oblivion is calling Let it find me beautifully Covered in electric glitter Still pretending I’m free We dance like ballroom smoke Beautiful and choking Barely holding As the ceiling falls We sway like final flames Crying through the rain Everybody watching While we lose it all And I keep dancing Like the end was made of gold If love is just a performance Then let the curtains close We were never made for heaven We were ballroom smoke Ballroom smoke Still floating Through the gold