6 feet down and still my girl, coming from another world, sit and wait to touch her curls Tapping at my windowpane, shaking, rapping on my brain, I can't hear her call my name Sweet, sweet dance Fluttering wings unseen but heard, on my floor the dust is stirred, fingers tracing out these words Rusty breath inside my head, coming closer to the bed, everything is turning red Sweet, sweet dance Hollows grooving on the sheet, smells getting very sweet, icy lips caress my cheek Wake up moaning, pearly white, I ain't got no appetite, the sun is seen so very bright Sweet, sweet dance Sweet, sweet dance
