Strange Hours
Alan Wilder / Diamanda Galás
I'm gonna walk on up to heaven
I'm sure you'll see me there
Might the last dead man to make it, hell yes
I know that I'll get there
I will be wearing clothes of fire but
I'm sure you'll see me there
I'm gonna crawl on up to heaven
I may be trailing you in ashes but you know that
I'll be there
I will find you there
He kept strange hours
Locked himself away in his room
Before being seen shoulting at the window
And, he had murdered his fiance
He sacrificed her for the purity of all mankind