Midas turned the leaves to gold
The lawns have folded over
I'm still buried in your magazines
Like I'm buried in your shoulders
I dressed up just like the villain
From your show on television
Said you couldn't tell the difference
From the front door to the kitchen
All the ghosts among the living
What a beautiful exhibit
Halloween, but all I'm feeling
Is the end to our beginning
Mmm mmm
Marda in this orange sky
While everyone's a cuffin'
You and I are veiled in black
They're asking us "What kind of coffin?"
Say a word, just don't say nothin'
Surely there's more for discussion
Right before we nail it down
And we embrace the repercussions
All the ghosts among the living
What a beautiful exhibit
Halloween, but all I'm feeling
Is the end to our beginning
Here comes the Truman Show
Men in Black and UFOs
Cops and robbers
Michael Myers
John Lennon and Yoko, oh no
Corpse brides and vampires
Upside down like Will Byers
Don a mask to hide the fact
I'm lonely without you on Halloween