Notes
Watching through the dust.
I'm trapped in a theatre of velvet and rust,
With lonely shafts of light.
And other ghosts drinking refreshments that's served up by skeletons.
It's the spaces in the dark,
Where shadows of dead souls dance on the walls.
Where not only were you the star,
But you were the bleak soundtrack to my film noir.
-- Amplifier
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