Sounding the bell in the corridor. Sweeping the floor with her hair.
She sprinkles hot ashes and salt on the stairs as she walks. We all walk behind her.
The city sleeps restless below; one thousand dark stars flashing random.
We swing on the wires, we lie in the road
but the cars just fly by us - they dodge and drive on.
We slide down the gutters. We hide with the rats in the catacombs.
We swim through the eggshells and matchsticks and toothpicks -
We retreat to the underworld, down where it's warm.
Wherever our lady will lead us, wherever our lady will need us...
It's heaven in hell and nothing will scare us, no nothing will scare me again.
Wherever our lady will lead us, wherever our lady will need us...
It's heaven in hell and nothing will scare us, no nothing will scare me again.