Chandelier

This head is haunted by a chorus in the sky

The voices aren't mine

I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes

They're crawling up my spine

They bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlight

Strike a match, light the chandelier

This bedroom is a ballroom now

Strike a band, make the dead dance

This room is filled with corpses in costumes

My guests dress in black and blue, I raise a toast to the few

The orchids are in bloom

But there's a dead note in the choir of the garden

The sun will kiss the gloom, the warden's giving pardons soon

Strike a match, light the chandelier

This bedroom is a ballroom now

Strike a band, make the dead dance

This room is filled with corpses in costumes

Strike a band and make them dance

(I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes)

Strike a band and make them dance

Make them dance

This is your last night

Do you believe in what you write?

We open the sky and we hope you see light

Strike a match, light the chandelier

This bedroom is a ballroom now

Strike a band, make the dead dance

This room is filled with corpses in costumes

Strike a band and make them dance

(I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes)

Strike a band and make them dance

(This room is filled with corpses in costumes)