purple velvet curtains dance
across a mirrored
dancing floor
a shadow speaking dusty words
says i've been
in this house before
her skin so thin
the light shines through
her hair so white
her eyes so blue
she draws the velvet curtains
as if nothing
mattered anymore

she guards herself
behind a fence
of courtesy and difference
her skin so pale
the lights shines through
her blood so blue
she seems about
to speak and then
you turn around,
she's gone again
the mirror turns
the darkness grows
the lamplight glows

i walk her hall of memories
and look into a withered smile
dreaming someone
else's dreams
we half change
places for a while
but mirrored in
a stranger's lies
she sees herself
it hurts her eyes
and draws her velvet curtains
as if nothing
happened anymore

her smile is fading
on the dusty air
the curtains open
but the stage is bare
in old bohemia
in old bohemia