Some soft lace
A smirk on her face
Red on the window panes
Blood stained on the window panes
A spoon near her light
A candle’s her only light
This is the carnival
Filled with lovely cannibals

And maybe when the dusk is here
When the sun hangs low
When it’s cool my dear
Maybe then she’ll walk with you
Walk until 5th Avenue
She’ll wear the red lipstick
The color you like
And paint her eyes black
So they match the last fight

Goodnight, Goodnight
Goodnight, Goodbye