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.