Dress me in scarlet
Ribbons and bows so everyone knows
I'm hiding a face
that hadn'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 thing that I've found out
I don't wear scarlet well |