Broken castle a top a lonely hill
Every board is aging, rotted and frayed
The remains of frail memories will spill
Onto the dirt ground, once flourished I layed
The lights all flicker on and come to life
And the chandelier rises from the floor
The tune I danced with, when I was your wife
Dancing to the beat, open ballroom doors!
Theres a dark pulse of magic in the air
The years fall off my shoulders, I'm alive
I can picture you again standing there
I have been shocked so suddenly revived
And to take my last shaking dying breath
I can open my arms to you, and death