Midnight drips from the chandelier

Like honeyed sin in your champagne fear

You move like a secret I shouldn’t keep

A velvet promise six feet deep

Silver tongue with a funeral smile

You pull me close, let’s stay a while

The choir hums in minor key

Like they all came here to bury me

Your shadow bends where the candle sways

You spell my name in decadent ways

Every step is a soft collapse

Into your well-dressed trap

So spin me ‘round in your velvet catacomb

Where the dead don’t sleep and the hearts go numb

We’ll dance like saints with a taste for vice

Kissing on the edge of the afterlife

Oh, take my hand, let the sinners bloom

In a midnight waltz with impending doom

If love’s a curse, let it carve my bones

In your velvet catacomb

Your laughter cracks like a sacrament

A little profane, a little heaven-sent

Lipstick stain like a bleeding rose

A holy sin that everybody knows

The organ groans, the floorboards creak

Confessions spill from the beautifully weak

You tilt your head like a guillotine

And drop the blade in between the beats

Your silhouette in the flashing light

Turns every wrong into something right

Every breath is a loaded gun

And I’m already undone

So spin me ‘round in your velvet catacomb

Where the dead don’t sleep and the hearts go numb

We’ll dance like saints with a taste for vice

Kissing on the edge of the afterlife

Oh, take my hand, let the sinners bloom

In a midnight waltz with impending doom

If love’s a curse, let it carve my bones

In your velvet catacomb

[Bridge] (half-time, sultry)

Say a prayer or don’t, it’s all the same

Every altar’s just a different flame

You wear your halo like it’s a lie

I wear my damnation like a tie

If this is hell, let the record spin

I’d die again just to let you in

(Groovy bass strut, disco hi-hat shimmer, eerie choir pads rising like fog…)

[Final Chorus] (bigger, euphoric)

So spin me ‘round in your velvet catacomb

Let the night devour what we’ve become

We’ll dance forever in borrowed skin

Saints on the outside, rot within

Oh, take my soul, let the curtain fall

Hear the sweet decay in the siren’s call

If love’s a grave, then I’m going home

To your velvet catacomb