The Death of Norma Jeane

It's a sticky situation One that I don't want to be in We're standing at the back door Of her life Well she's definitely crashing down Burning till she hits the ground She's laughing at the nightmare howls Is this your dream Norma we've built you up Norma it's time to tear you down We're adding up her regrets And telling all her secrets While she's sneaking through the ether Of our soul And if you're silent then you're just like me Preying on her charity Our dreams are now the enemy It's not a dream Hey Norma Jeane Hey Norma Jeane Yeah she's trying on the red dress Yes the one we bought on credit Now she's feeling the indifference Of our hearts And if you're smiling then you're not like me Or going down so quietly We're twisting up her memory There is no dream Hey Norma Jeane