| I dreamed that on the day I killed you |
| I pulled on my black leather gloves |
| I drew the kitchen knife across you |
| And hung you up with dancing doves |
| And paralyzing poison slowly |
| Takes it’s toll upon the nerves |
| If only I could find the courage |
| If only I could find the words |
| Extravaganza death awaits you |
| In loud crescendos |
| They won’t hear a sound of opera music weeping |
| Lit by candles |
| And white dove feathers on the ground |
| As I drew my knife across you |
| A marble throw that’s ringed in pearls |
| Now pink with blood I sculptures melting |
| And sing these chanting Latin words |
| And in the night thoughts come to haunt us |
| I dream of places in the dark |
| Overthrown with a bitter magic |
| But lace with a maestro’s arm |
| And on the mirror in the bathroom |
| My name there in the scarlet dye |
| But I know they’ll never catch me |
| I’ll be gone with your last sigh |
| For haunted by the thoughts that stalk us |
| The slowly creep upon us in the night |
| Escaping from the shadows where their hiding |
| A place where all our demons fight |
| Behind our eyes we keep our secrets hidden |
| But they are there for all to see |
| Now I’m waiting for the dead hour |
| When your byes have come for me |
| So keep your demons locked within you |
| Lack them safely from the world |
| Keep your demons locked within you |
| Lack them safely from the world |
| So keep your demons locked within you |