Arcade High - Ghost Council
Hello?
I'll steal a part of you
The one that haunts me in sleep
The whispers council me in dreams
A ghostly interview
Blood stains the gallery
This fire make a masterpiece
The moonlight blends so perfectly
A morbid symmetry
A morbid symmetry
Here in the dark
Don't turn around don't turn around
We'll cast a spark
Don't turn around don't turn around
Salt lines and silhouettes
Oh how it looked just like a dance
As precious crimson stains your hands
Don't worry death will do
Burnt smell of cigarettes
As everyone turns out their lamps
A fitting stage for this romance
Something to reminisce
Something to reminisce
Here in the dark
Don't turn around don't turn around
We'll cast a spark
Don't turn around don't turn around
Terror in the night
Written by:
Ryan Boosel, Patrick Farone
Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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