[Verse 1]
So, midnight accuses you
Streetlights take stabs at our pockets
Only three of us will know about this
One of us will be drenching
Chestnut floorboards, with a shade of conspiracy
Is that the black keys contradicting?

[Bridge]
The false comfort for her final day
The false comfort for her final day
The false comfort for her final day
The false comfort
The false comfort
The false comfort for her final day
The false comfort for her final day
The false comfort

[Breakdown]
"Put on your best dress," the woods are waiting
"Put on your best fucking dress," the woods are waiting
Let's fucking dance

[Verse 2]
The brittle leaves anticipate your body to drag against them
To drag against them
Darkness is an ocean of hope
That subdues your eyelashes
[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
I will dance on your grave
I will dance on your grave