Dress me in scarlet
ribbons and bows so everyone knows
i'm hiding a face
that hasn't the grace to go free.
dress me in shadows
sad april skies have opened my eyes
to the lie that i live
and given the river away
i'll change these clothes if i want to, and i do
I think that i've found out
what no-one's about to tell me
i think that i've found out
i don't wear scarlet well.
Waiting before me
poets and painters may say;
"when will you stumble our way
kick off your red shoes and fly now"
i'll die for their words if i want to, and i do.
Always before me
poets and sages may say;
"we've been lamenting your fall
and carving it all into stone here
and skimming them into the river, just for you..."
I think that i've found out
what no-one's about to tell me
i think that i've found out
the place where angels fell from...
i think that i've found out
i don't wear scarlet well.