[Verse 1] (Vocals: Soft, whispery, almost rushed) I put on the suit that I bought for a wedding But the mood is different in the place where we’re heading The cars are all lined up in a shiny black row Moving through the traffic in a silent flow.

I saw your name carved in a piece of grey stone It’s the quietest way that I’ve ever known To say that you’re leaving the party early tonight Before they even had the chance to dim the light.

[Chorus] (Melody: Ethereal, floating, contrasting with the grim subject) Oh, tell me is it quiet on the other side? Or is there a rhythm that you can’t hide? We’re throwing flowers on the wet, cold ground But you’re not making a single sound.

It’s a black tie event for a guest of one The heavy part is over, the waiting has begun I’m dancing with a memory I can’t quite touch I didn't think that I would miss it this much.

[Verse 2] (The drums cut out. Just the harpsichord and a heavy, thumping bassline—very Stranglers style) The Raven is sitting on the iron gate Checking his watch like he’s worried he’s late He looks at me funny with a glass-bead eye I wonder if he knows how to say goodbye.

(Drums kick back in, double time) They lowered the curtain and they closed the box I’m looking at the time on the ticking clocks It’s a finite geometry, a simple math Walking backwards down the garden path.

[Bridge] (Musical Interlude: A swirling, distorted synthesizer solo plays. It sounds like a church organ being played in a tunnel. It builds tension.)

(Vocals: Spoken word, deadpan) Dust to dust. Fade to grey. No more night. No more day.

[Chorus] Oh, tell me is it quiet on the other side? Or is there a rhythm that you can’t hide? We’re throwing flowers on the wet, cold ground But you’re not making a single sound.

It’s a black tie event for a guest of one The heavy part is over, the waiting has begun I’m dancing with a memory I can’t quite touch.

[Outro] (The beat disintegrates into static) You left your coat. (You won't need it). You left your keys. (You won't need them). Just silence. (The harpsichord plays a final, major key resolution that sounds eerily happy)