The blood
How it paints such a scene
Foul routine, pedigree
Mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt
To flail, and finally agree
Her heart ceases its rhythm
Somewhere, trumpets decay
In the front by the well, wishing wishes
That deny the stale smell in the hay
There, no one cry
Place these over her eyes
We are broke and alone
We are broken alone
She's inanimate, bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery, yeah!
Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion
Here lies unfinished beauty, wilting premature
You can't be too sure
Can't be too sure
Reserved
Always playing the part
Of the boy left alone
He proceeds to the road beyond the home
He'd learn to call his own
She's inanimate, bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery, yeah!
Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion
Here lies unfinished beauty, wilting premature
We can't be too sure
Can't be too sure
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
One life for another (One life for another, one life for another)
She's inanimate, bloodless elegance
Fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery, yeah!
Helpless hiding tongues, bathed in revulsion
Here lies unfinished beauty, wilting premature
You can't be too sure
You can't be too sure
