They stripped the wrappings off
And filmed her with a new p**nographer;
Exhaled emotion, breathed in silver.
Caught a chill and threw a curve:
'Cos she's a statue, 'cos she's a painting
That they hung before they tested
To see if she was finished.
Like the cobra
She was backed into a corner.
He was atomic, something crazy.
Something special, something pure;
They had expected that defective
Social graces had a cure;
But he's an odd one, an aberration
In the perfect set of data,
He's a plot gone wrong,
It's not what they had planned on
With vicarious abandon.
Gentle automaton whose flawless
Ruy Lopez hides a truth:
That she was ransomed to the
Ruthless turn of progress for her youth;
But she's a conscript,
But she's a clockwork angel
Rusting on the chessboard,
Waiting for her movie;
She's unappreciated
But so underestimated!
Halo, slipping slowly off her hair,
Slipping slowly to her shoulders,
Like their expectation:
Only sinking now.
Shining, like the gold shoes on the wall
Where the gold begins to tarnish.
Like their expectation:
Only shrinking now.
High as the sky stands still,
A long way to fall from,
High as the dying thrill,
A long way...
Halo, like a memory from the past,
Like a memory from a stranger
Caught in salt and silver,
Only fleeting now.
High as the sky stands still,
A long way to fall from,
High as the dying thrill,
A long way to crawl from,
High as the rising scream,
A long way to fall from,
High in a waking dream,
A long way.