The Gravediggers (The Vogue - Live 2004)

The gravediggers lick their lips
 And push their shovels against the earth
 In anticipation, they discretely look my way
 No, no, I reproach
 You've come for the wrong one today
 I don't have the strength to walk away
 I wait, afraid
 I pray
 They stand together, discuissing my fate
 The wind carries to them my assurances
 There's still warm blood coursing through these veins
 Impure thoughts inside this brain
 I wake with a start in a luxurious warm bed
 Beyond the curtains, I see the cathedral
 And at her feet, the gravediggers work
 They turn my way, shouting and smiling mockingly
 I throw open the delicate lock
 Snow rushes in to fall on me
 No, no, I reproach
 You've come for the wrong one, I'm afraid
 They look at me incredulously
 They wait improperly, eyes devouring me
 In anticipation, they discretely look my way