Waves of Rye

Ghastly protector Save me from this waste He's drifting asleep faster Drowning the waves of rye Spinnin' round the ballroom floor Round and round the ballroom floor Never seen but always saught after After, after Ghastly protector Save me from this waste He shakes me up like no other Laughing in my face He's mouthing off like a bastard Drowning in those waves of rye Spinnin' round the ballroom floor Round and round the ballroom floor Never seen but always saught after After, after Heaven is a ballroom With high celings Filled with white balloons And smoke machines