Purple velvet curtains dance Across a mirrored Dancing floor A shadow speaking dusty words Says i've been In this house before Her skin so thin The light shines through Her hair so white Her eyes so blue She draws the velvet curtains As if nothing Mattered anymore She guards herself Behind a fence Of courtesy and difference Her skin so pale The lights shines through Her blood so blue She seems about To speak and then You turn around, She's gone again The mirror turns The darkness grows The lamplight glows I walk her hall of memories And look into a withered smile Dreaming someone Else's dreams We half change Places for a while But mirrored in A stranger's lies She sees herself It hurts her eyes And draws her velvet curtains As if nothing Happened anymore Her smile is fading On the dusty air The curtains open But the stage is bare In old bohemia In old bohemia