More songs by Lady Gaga
Description
The dance floor turns into a graveyard of feelings, where the gravestones glow not with candles, but with strobe lights. The heart seems to have been buried, but the feet stubbornly beat out the rhythm, and something stubbornly alive grows out of the ashes of longing. The death of a relationship is a mediocre diagnosis if music can resurrect it. This is not mourning, but a sabbath: gloomy, bright, and indecently life-affirming.