In the spotlights I saw him lying
Dancer whose time wasn't running
Step by step in a mirror
I was watching his movements so clear
And then the ghosts
Have talked me out
About the man
Who's lost his sound
I always try not to cry when someone's dying
I always try not to cry when something's dying
In the whiteroom I saw her panic
A girl who thought that she wasn't organic
And then the ghosts
What are they for?
Anesthetized her
And closed the door
I always try not to cry when someone's dying
I always try not to cry when something's dying
