Manners to endure Sculptures still sore Thinking of someone As the imagination it runs away Grateful I begin to play
Euphoric in schemes Scattered through dreams Prophetic she seems But I know in the end you ll come crawling back Oh how I have to laugh
Profound in her wake Coked up on dates There s she goes again As she s scratching out the eyes of the ones in the suits Black painted nails with stockings to suit And she s wiping up the thread Talking on the dead And she s playing with their name Startling the main (?) Scourging the frames So I went along with her What else could I do? What else could I do? What else could I do?
Elections of ideas Tantalize my ears And saaaaay And they say.
Profound in her wake Coked up on dates There s she goes again With stockings to suit What else could I do? With stockings to suit What else could I do? And with stockings to suit What else could I