Darkness. (Chandler, Reagers, Adams, Acosta). . take me away. Away from the window. Keep me in chains. Hide me in shadows. Don't want no lights. Shining on me.
It's coming through a hole in the air. From those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel. That this ain't exactly real. Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin. Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in. Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.