Senses Fail - 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 the 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 the band
Make the dead dance
This room is filled, with corpses in costumes

(Strike the band and dance)
I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes
(Strike the 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 the band
Make the dead dance
This room is filled, with corpses in costumes

(Strike the band and dance)
I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes
(Strike the band and dance)
This room is filled, with corpses in costumes