Gothic Romance

Meditate yourself to sleep I close my eyes and stop my heartbeat Gothic romance, light the candle Lure the beast out by the hand - he'll come Down the stairs Confess your sins to the wolves In their sheepskin dresses Nothing impresses you You're bored Nothing depresses me more But this is the ritual that we agreed to Lonely in our tower above the ground This is our torture - we force ourselves to flower All the year round Lonely woman in her finery Won't you come and sit and dine with me? My man is gentle but he is not right for me I crave the lust of a carnivore eyeing me It does not surprise me But this is the ritual that we agreed to Lonely in our tower above the ground This is our torture - we force ourselves to flower All the year round All the year round