Ghosts in Black Dresses

Drenched in tears I have not yet shed
Drowning in the wine of sorrow I have not yet tasted
I cannot drink from love
Banished into the cold
The gates of love are closing, closing behind my spirit
Ghosts in black dresses
Dance in a glass ballroom
They don't notice me bleeding from time to time
I will dance on the moon
And be inhaled by your dreams
I touch your sleeping soul
Feel the cold brush across your face?
Remember it because it was me