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