Lyric

The chandelier is weeping black oil

A star maps its death on the velvet floor

Sit straight in the mezzanine, hold your breath

The guest list is written in code

The usher has fingers of mercury

Lock the doors from the outside

Sing to the comet

The ceiling is falling in slow motion

Sing to the comet

What a beautiful way to go

Diamonds are melting in the punch bowl

Your face looks like a radar screen

Don't move, the orbit is narrowing

The conductor is a ghost in a suit

Quiet now, the big bang is starting

Watch the curtains turn to smoke

Sing to the comet

The ceiling is falling in slow motion

Sing to the comet

What a beautiful way to go

Wait for the light

Wait for the sound

The floor is leaving

We are not coming down

Sing to the comet

The ceiling is falling in slow motion

Sing to the comet

What a beautiful way to go

Sing to the comet

The sky is a cathedral of glass

Sing to the comet

What a beautiful way to go