The last thing she ate was a crème brûlée
That she bought at a diner sometime late in May
She never looked up, so no one could see
Her needy little eyes, tucked away behind the brie
Sometimes things go wrong too hard to drag along
And they say that things will probably get better
But maybe they won't, so why don't they let her go home
And all the knives dropped and everyone could feel
That when she looks up all will be revealed
And all the knives dropped and everyone could feel
That when she looks up all will be revealed
But everything burned and fell off its place and
There's no time to hide
They just covered their faces
And one little boy brave and unnoticed
Got closer to her and
He closed her eyelids saying
What are you doing
You're better than this
I know how you're feeling
You just need one
kiss
Things will get better without evil around
We'll become astronauts and just take flight
Things will get better without evil around
We'll become astronauts and just take flight