A little ice enters the room
As the woman of the dunes
Comes slipping and sliding towards me
She brings a little of the night
And a little of the grave
But she won't do a thing
To hurt me

Dead but still high-functioning
A spectre of the night
And I am shuddering when
She steps into the light

Like a vampire on a broom
Like a cockroach in a tomb
You keep coming back to haunt me
And the light that you provide
Since your suicide
Can never harm me

Dead but still high-functioning
A reminder of our life
And you are shuddering when
I step into the light