The Mirror-Blue Night

[The Masked Man]
Flip on a switch, and everything's fine –
No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes
The naked blue angel, who peers through the blinds
Disappears in the gloom of the mirror-blue night.

[Melchior]
But my soul is a bride, looking out from inside
Of the bones of a ghost, I'm a man and a child
With the bones of the ghost, who gets left in the cold
I'm locked out of peace, with no keys to my soul.

[The Masked Man]
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine
Will steal away too, with a flick of the light
The minute you do it, with fingers so blind
You remove every bit of the blue from your mind.

[Melchior]
But my soul is a bride, looking out from inside
Of the bones of a ghost, I'm a man and a child
With the bones of a ghost, who has nowhere to go...
There's no one to see who can see to my soul.