You are the rejects of the missionary world.
Sunburnt and stained into stardom and song,
Sewed to a pulpit with jewelary thread
and thrown to a a world where you don’t belong.
Picture yourself in a street in the city,
Covered in makeup and dusted in snow.
Taking an image of fiction and ladies.
Stopping in places that no one would know.
Keeping alive all the courtship and sorrow.
Dark in a thing that we used to call love.
Caged while you swallow the dreams left unrisen.
Ending up cold where you fit like a glove.
Archways like daggers all over the city
Cut to the core of wherever you are
Holding your breath while the current gets stronger.
Hearts like explosives cause damage to her.
Sunburnt and stained into stardom and song,
Sewed to a pulpit with jewelary thread
and thrown to a a world where you don’t belong.
Picture yourself in a street in the city,
Covered in makeup and dusted in snow.
Taking an image of fiction and ladies.
Stopping in places that no one would know.
Keeping alive all the courtship and sorrow.
Dark in a thing that we used to call love.
Caged while you swallow the dreams left unrisen.
Ending up cold where you fit like a glove.
Archways like daggers all over the city
Cut to the core of wherever you are
Holding your breath while the current gets stronger.
Hearts like explosives cause damage to her.
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