I've called the morgue

Five nights standing now.

Every time the line cuts;

My heart drops down.

I keep checking,

Has your body risen?

But they have called my bitter friends.

To take me away again.

Now I write a letter;

Leaving it for the reaper

He'll know where to find me

We'll save you before the eclipse

Rockets bursting in my eyes

Fires consuming the fair

Frail hearts and beating words

This wonderland is absurd

Oh my, what was that sound?

It doesn't seem like your voice has been kept.

No, this can't be happening.

I won't let this unravel.

Now I write a letter;

Leaving it for the reaper

He'll know where to find me

We'll save you before the eclipse

Only demons and satyrs

And lovers of all kinds

Have enough ink to write

While we dream of this