The world records her every thought And broadcasts them from trees Strapped in the seat of his company's car His story, his career The little else he has is dead Drunk and beaten down How can a life as narrow as his Tie her up in a wedding gown? She is all colour and running through the wood The purest glamour and the common good So quickly whispered, whispered by a cloud The purest sister, too good to be allowed Taken from the ranks of virgins Prepared to be abused By years of propaganda Foundation for the bruised How she thought she could benefit From following this course Remained unanswered at her trial Her courtship, her divorce She is all colour and running through the wood The purest glamour and the common good So quickly whispered, whispered by a cloud The purest sister, too good to be allowed And in the glove compartment With the tickets and ca**ettes She leaves his keys and a reminder To pick up his regrets But in another version That matches her disgust She takes a small revolver And leaves a bullet in his guts She is all colour and running through the wood The purest glamour and the common good So quickly whispered, whispered by a cloud The purest sister, too good to be allowed