Figura solitaria en una oscura atmósfera nocturna gótica

In the style of dark gothic: Night falls and I'm alone Skin, yeah, chilled me to the bone You turned and you ran, oh yeah Oh oh, slipped right from my hand Yeah Blue on black Tears on a river Push on a shove It don't mean much Joker on jack Match on a fire Cold on ice A dead man's touch Whisper on a scream Never change a thing Doesn't bring you back It's like blue on black