High in the halls of the kings who are gone.
Jenny would dance with her ghosts.
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found,
and the ones who had loved her the most.
The ones who’d been gone for so very long
she couldn’t remember their names.
They spun her around on the damp, cold stone
spun away her sorrow and pain
and she never wanted to leave,
no she never wanted to leave.