The truth about Arthur
He’s looking at me with his eyes closed
and his lips are moving fast
Little drops are dripping now from
his chin upon his chest
And every time I try to escape, the
little dwarf appears and fades
His glassy hand it touches me, I smell
the air of death and life
Walking through the ballroom of
the dead I hear two ghostly voices
and a dark duet
Hearin the music of the minuet
Walkin through the ballroom of the dead
Voices, I wish they were signing glad
His glassy hand, it touches me, I smell
the air of death and life
Walking through the ballroom of
the dead I hear two ghostly voices
and a dark duet
Hearin the music of the minuet
Walkin through the ballroom of the dead
Voices, I wish they were signing glad
Hearing the music of the minuet
Ghostly voices, dark duet
Hearing the music of the minuet
Ghostly voices, dark duet
I don’t wanna die!
Hearing the music of the minuet
I don’t wanna die!
Ghostly voices, dark duet
I don’t wanna die!
Hearing the music of the minuet
I don’t wanna die!
Ghostly voices, dark duet
I don’t wanna die!
I don’t wanna die!