More questions you ask
I've given all my answers to a stop sign
Now I'm asking for yours
I must confess
My tears aren't as clear as yours
Sort of faint grey
Does that make you any better
Take my heart with you when you leave
I don't need it anymore
And mother taught me not to waste
Who knows when you'll arrive
In your satin cage
Wearing that dress he picked out
Thick makeup melting
Running down your cheeks
Everyone said you're so beautiful
Why didn't they say that when you were here
All those memories crash
Johnny on the playground
Bloody noses and dirty hands
Empty streets faceless bodies
Wedding veil torn and tattered
As if the moths found it before you
Twirling and twisting
Steel arms with soft hands
Close your eyes and say goodnight
The show is over.
October 1998