Copper bu*tons are way too much
Silver laces again. those golden slippers that I paid you for
Still you walk the same
Satin loving is tattered now. It seems the thick was just too thin
Free the dog from its collar now, and dye our leaves against the wind
A startled wish upon a trail of woes. It's an act of desperation
The friends you never have are always foes. On this row of desolation
On that trail I saw a diamond eye. It was gazing softly on me
It was gyroscopic and I dare not hide. So I died without you next to me
Stop the presses cause we've found our man in a suffocated shame
I saw you strutting the other day, and still you walk the same