I pull the handle of the cedar-scented dark
A cloud of chemical winter leaves its mark
It’s a sharp reminder of the things we tried to save
Tucked between the buttons of the promises we gave
I find the charcoal suit that fits me like a ghost
The one I wore the night I loved you the most
The fabric’s heavy with the weight of yesterday
While the modern city hums a world away
It’s stinging in my eyes, this bitter sweet perfume
A preservation ritual in a lonely room
The static on the record starts to swell and sigh
As the neon lights of now begin to die
So let’s dance the Mothball Waltz tonight
Spinning through the shadows in the dim low light
A bitter scent of everything we used to be
Drowning in a sea of vintage memory
One-two-three, one-two-three, we’re drifting slow
In the fragrance of a life from long ago
Yeah, we’re dancing the Mothball Waltz
I step into the rhythm of a dusty floor
Chasing after echoes that don't live here anymore
Your silhouette is woven in the silver thread
Saying all the words that we should’ve left unsaid
The bassline’s warm, it’s thumping like a tired heart
Watching all the stitches slowly pull apart
I’m a relic in a jacket that’s a size too small
Leaning on the silence of a hollow hall
So let’s dance the Mothball Waltz tonight
Spinning through the shadows in the dim low light
A bitter scent of everything we used to be
Drowning in a sea of vintage memory
One-two-three, one-two-three, we’re drifting slow
In the fragrance of a life from long ago
Yeah, we’re dancing the Mothball Waltz
Preserve the regret so it never turns to dust
Polishing the memories beneath the iron rust
We wrap our sorrows up in wool and camphor spice
Paying for the passage at a heavy price
It’s a lonesome rhythm, it’s a sharp-edged sway
But it’s the only way to keep the ghosts at bay
So let’s dance the Mothball Waltz tonight
Spinning through the shadows in the dim low light
(Just you and me, baby, in the haze)
A bitter scent of everything we used to be
Drowning in a sea of vintage memory
One-two-three, one-two-three, we’re drifting slow
In the fragrance of a life from long ago
( Can you smell the time? Can you feel the soul?)
Close the wardrobe door, let the darkness settle in
Mothballs and gin, where do I begin?
The trumpet fades into a hazy lofi beat
Leaving just the scent upon the empty street
One-two-three
One-two-three
