Coming down from on high
crippled wings
x`s for eyes
and the clouds are screamin headlines across a tabloid sky
this isn`t me
it`s just a joke
all this breathing makes me choke
and i hang like a puppet skeleton on twisted wires
(chrous)
she`s the mistake
i`ve been dying to make
since i can remember
golden arrow? straight to the meadow?
folded in flames?
she is the drug
i`ve been dying to take
forever and ever
i`m hooked and helpless
tangled and hopeless
floating away
the music stops and there she stands
with a promise in her hands
she`s a surveillance camera super star
without a prayer
and every passing mic that penetrates my shutter mind
illuminates the grim parade
that swirls around me