There's someone walking over my grave
For a sudden shiver is making its way
Creeping over me, coursing down my spine
And taking over this body of mine
I can feel it in the depths of my being
A chill of the blood
An ominous feeling
There's someone walking over my grave
Or is that you dancing
In front of my future headstone?
You will be the death of me
I feel it in my bones
A horde of people are walking over my grave
For these quivers aren't going away
Making my hair stand on end
And my teeth chatter
Taking me into chilling rapture
It's a quite persisting presence
As if to forewarn me
For something unpleasant
A horde of people are walking over my grave
Or is that you dancing
In front of my future headstone?
You will be the death of me
I feel it
Is that you dancing
In front of my future headstone?
You will be the death of me
I feel it in my bones
I am fully aware of all the warning signs
Yet I'm serving my heart on a platter
And my blood as wine
So I might as well dance along with you
For a piece of me already died
Or is that you dancing
In front of my future headstone?
You will be the death of me
I feel it in my bones
Is that you dancing
In front of my future headstone?
You will be the death of me
I feel it in my bones
I might as well dance along with you
Is that you dancing
In front of my future headstone?
You will be the death of me
I feel it in my bones
