Waves of rye

Ghastly protector
Save me from this waste
He's drifting asleep faster
Drowning the waves of rye

Spinnin' round the ballroom floor
Round and round the ballroom floor
Never seen but always saught after
After, after

Ghastly protector
Save me from this waste
He shakes me up like no other
Laughing in my face
He's mouthing off like a bastard
Drowning in those waves of rye

Spinnin' round the ballroom floor
Round and round the ballroom floor
Never seen but always saught after
After, after

Heaven is a ballroom
With high celings
Filled with white balloons
And smoke machines