The lights of London are in the wrong direction

A trick of the moonlight

Gliding across the graves, my mouth is hungry for you

Can you keep a secret?

It's my beginning

The bed was empty

The tomb was empty

I'm counting on your discretion

Lying alone, my lips are red

Do you suppose I'm beautiful?

A wanton smile, redder than before

In the brilliant moonlight

Silver sound, ruby on pearl

Languorous ecstasy

Now I live alone in my churchyard

Do you suppose my sweetness turned to heartless cruelty?

The bed was empty

The tomb was empty

I'm counting on your discretion

Lying alone, my lips are red

Do you suppose I'm beautiful?

A wanton smile, redder than before

The bed was empty

The tomb was empty

I'm counting on your discretion

Lying alone, my lips are red

Do you suppose I'm beautiful?

A wanton smile, redder than before

"She makes a very beautiful corpse, sir. It's quite a privilege to attend on her.

It's not too much to say that she will do credit to our establishment!"