Golden Earring — Truth About Arthur

He's looking at me with his eyes closed and his lips are moving fast Little drops are dripping now from his chin upon his chest And every time I try to escape, the little dwarf appears and fades His glassy hand it touches me, I smell the air of death and life Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet Hearin the music of the minuet Walkin through the ballroom of the dead Voices, I wish they were signing glad His glassy hand, it touches me, I smell the air of death and life Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet Hearin the music of the minuet Walkin through the ballroom of the dead Voices, I wish they were signing glad Hearing the music of the minuet Ghostly voices, dark duet Hearing the music of the minuet Ghostly voices, dark duet I don't wanna die! Hearing the music of the minuet I don't wanna die! Ghostly voices, dark duet I don't wanna die! Hearing the music of the minuet I don't wanna die! Ghostly voices, dark duet I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!