Dance Macabre

Look at the rain, poring with grace on our graves
On our cold bodies, in our imaginary embrace
Look at the moon shining high while we die every day
We felt, we said
Oddly positioned tombs are that normal in here
Normal the silence, normal the presence of fear
Normal the density of darkness, the lanterns are light
But only for those in the day
Something should guide us but
Something steals our light away
Bow to my corpse and dance with me
The dance macabre of murdered hearts
As I can't stand the sound of shattering dreams
Keep the music loud, this is a chapel of feelings
And I'm the keeper and lover
Of every gravestone, of every hovering flame
I administer the pain in the function
Of no conjunction for me and my kin
Good-looking stones get crushed and cracked as
Masterless hearts turn to whisps
And I don't know how to behave myself
When nostalgia takes hold
Look at the rain, poring with grace on our graves
On our cold bodies, in our imaginary embrace
Look at the moon shining high while we die every day
And I'm the keeper and lover
Of every gravestone, of every hovering flame
I administer the pain in the function
Of no conjunction for me and my kin
Good-looking stones get crushed and cracked as
Masterless hearts turn to whisps
And I don't know how to dance
No, I don't know how to dance
No, I don't know how to dance
No, I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance
This dance macabre