A bell rings,
Announcing a pause of you,
While I pass these rooms through,
No matter to think

Closing my eyes,
Calming my senses,
Although everything here,
Is so tense

Paint runs through,
Long forgotten portraits,
A window clicks open,
And again in these rooms,
You move

Instead of a dress,
Ashes from the fireplace,
Caress you,
Leaving no trace

In our empire of symphony,
You float and spin,
You spill a smile,
Tasting a palette of agony

Our wicked celebration,
Not restricted by time,
Days of black and white,
In joy you are mine

Feeling aged,
I still follow you,
Thought without directions,
I'm but a lost fool