The leather's cold against the skin
A cage for everything within
Wrapped in shadow, shielded eyes
Measuring the pulse in silent lies
I smell the fear beneath the white
A temporary star in my long night
Oh, the pulse is a rhythm I can't ignore
Blood like wine spilled on a studio floor
It's a vibrant drumming, the heart's own beat
Leading me to where the salt and sugar meet
Drink the beauty, breathe the pain
We are eternal in this scarlet rain
In this scarlet rain, the microphone is cold against my lip
I feel the edge, I feel my spirit slip
Blonde hair falls like a silken shroud
Far away from the living, from the crowd
The air is thick with a hunger I can taste
I yield a life I was afraid to waste
Oh, the pulse is a rhythm I can't ignore
Blood like wine spilled on a studio floor
It's a vibrant drumming, the heart's own beat
Leading me to where the salt and sugar meet
Drink the beauty, breathe the pain
We are eternal in this scarlet rain, in this scarlet rain
The vintage mic captures my dying sigh
I see the truth in a dead man's eye
One last breath for the ghost I'll become
To the beat of the vibrant drum
Thelights are dimming on the brickwork wall
We rise together as the shadows fall
The leather, the blood, the vintage steel
This is the only thing that's real