Lyrics
[Intro: Delicate harpsichord lullaby pattern, soft celesta, distant music box] [Verse 1: Harpsichord prominent, gentle cymbal swells, theatrical but intimate vocals] Don't look at me with your velvet indifference I've conquered harder foes than your soft persistence My candles still burn, there are pages left unread I refuse your invitation to the country of the dead [Verse 2: Add soft bass heartbeat, vocals getting drowsier, slight yawn on "door"] Though my eyes betray me with their weighted curtain-fall And the room grows warmer, and the walls begin to crawl I could fight you for hours—I've done it all before Just because you're calling doesn't mean I'll... answer the door... [Bridge: Music box motif intensifies, harpsichord becomes dreamlike, vocals But oh, you bastard, you beautiful thief Promising nothing but temporary relief Your pillows like tombstones, your sheets like a shroud I hate how you... whisper... so... quiet... so... [Verse 3: Sparse music box notes, heavy reverb, vocals fragmenting with actual yawns] The clock is... what time... These thoughts aren't... they don't rhyme... My bones are so heavy, like marble, like... ...stone... Candle's... low now... Pages... somehow... All the words are... ...blurring... into... [Outro: Single repeating lullaby phrase on harpsichord, fading into silence mid-phrase] ...warm... ...dark... ...soft... ...you win... ...mm...