Truth About Arthur Lyrics - Golden Earring

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!