It＇s  a  cold  dark  night,  Hallows  Eve  upon  the  crest,  in  a  parking  lot  of

vampires  in  suits  to  look  their  best,  and  the  music,  next  to  coffins  made  of

gold,  with  friends  and  lovers  freshly  buried.

Her  beauty  washes  over  me,  so  let  us  hide  and  we＇ll  dance  the  night  away.

Kiss  the  rise  of  the  sun,  then  we＇ll  melt  away,  that＇s  who  we  are:  we  are

always  searching,  always  searching  (for  you).

In  a  white  dress,  with  no  eyes,  black  suit  red  devil  bow  tie,  the  King  and

Queen  are  crowned  Victorian.  ＂Is  this  the  last  of  our  haunting?＂  she  says  as

she  floats  like  an  angel.  ＂You  will  never  know  until  you  let  me  go,  I＇m

hoping  this  will  never  end!＂

Her  beauty  washes  over  me,  so  let  us  hide  and  we＇ll  dance  the  night  away.

Kiss  the  rise  of  the  sun,  then  we＇ll  melt  away,  that�  who  we  are:  we  are

always  searching,  always  searching  (for  you).

The  haunting:  where  we  fell  in  love.