[Verse 1]
Midnight drips from the chandelier
Like honeyed sin in your champagne fear
You move like a secret I shouldn’t keep
A velvet promise six feet deep

Silver tongue with a funeral smile
You pull me close, let’s stay a while
The choir hums in minor key
Like they all came here to bury me

[Pre-Chorus]
Your shadow bends where the candle sways
You spell my name in decadent ways
Every step is a soft collapse
Into your well-dressed trap

[Chorus]
So spin me ‘round in your velvet catacomb
Where the dead don’t sleep and the hearts go numb
We’ll dance like saints with a taste for vice
Kissing on the edge of the afterlife

Oh, take my hand, let the sinners bloom
In a midnight waltz with impending doom
If love’s a curse, let it carve my bones
In your velvet catacomb

[Verse 2]
Your laughter cracks like a sacrament
A little profane, a little heaven-sent
Lipstick stain like a bleeding rose
A holy sin that everybody knows

The organ groans, the floorboards creak
Confessions spill from the beautifully weak
You tilt your head like a guillotine
And drop the blade in between the beats

[Pre-Chorus]
Your silhouette in the flashing light
Turns every wrong into something right
Every breath is a loaded gun
And I’m already undone

[Chorus]
So spin me ‘round in your velvet catacomb
Where the dead don’t sleep and the hearts go numb
We’ll dance like saints with a taste for vice
Kissing on the edge of the afterlife

Oh, take my hand, let the sinners bloom
In a midnight waltz with impending doom
If love’s a curse, let it carve my bones
In your velvet catacomb

[Bridge] (half-time, sultry)
Say a prayer or don’t, it’s all the same
Every altar’s just a different flame
You wear your halo like it’s a lie
I wear my damnation like a tie

If this is hell, let the record spin
I’d die again just to let you in

[Breakdown / Instrumental Cue]
(Groovy bass strut, disco hi-hat shimmer, eerie choir pads rising like fog…)

[Final Chorus] (bigger, euphoric)
So spin me ‘round in your velvet catacomb
Let the night devour what we’ve become
We’ll dance forever in borrowed skin
Saints on the outside, rot within

Oh, take my soul, let the curtain fall
Hear the sweet decay in the siren’s call
If love’s a grave, then I’m going home
To your velvet catacomb