Cutting yourself loose
There are no angels
In your wardrobe
You’re on your own
And all that make-up sells
What you can’t see
Across the mirror
You’re beautiful
Together, together
We’d make it better
Holding on to an horizon.
Your self doubt,
And your exposure
To cameras, and flashes
Could be distinctive
Everlasting,
Self destruction
Chorus I
And as the days
They pass, you feel
Like you’ve been
Left for dead
And finding your way home
Ain’t easy
When you’ve been
Left for dead
While dreaming in silence
There’s no objection
Your awareness, my confession
All you hope
is that
Tomorrow, tomorrow
You don’t feel borrowed
Videotaping
your obsession.
Correct me, if I’m wrong
But you never listened
All I warned you,
All you suffered.
You just walked
The lounge in silence
Then nothing could bring you
To tears; no sorrows.
It was nice; you hoped it lasted
Chorus II