House of Thorns

(shhh) Step into the parlor,

mind the dusty glass

Every clock is frozen,

waiting for the past

(tick tock)

And the shadows are dancing a waltz of their own

We are together but so much alone

Oh,

welcome to the carnival of beautiful regrets

Where the paper moon is hanging by a silver thread (hahaha)

Drink the porcelain tea with a venomous smile We can stay in

this nightmare for just a little while

Spin the wheel, make a deal Tell me what is truly real (ahhh)

Oh, welcome to the carnival of beautiful regrets

Where the paper moon is hanging by a silver thread (oh-oh)

Silver thread... (shhh)