Like silent she stands

Like laughter she falls

From a castle of sand

Like a memory she crawls

And the mockingbirds grieve

cause they cant make her cry

Theyll soon start to believe

That the lady has died

What it all goes to show

It aint my job to say

For who am I to know

Why shes actin this way

Once again turn away

If youre sure that its done

Tell your prophets to pray

Tell your bandits [bad word] 
Take your eyelids of stone

They wont do you no harm

Take your cross made of bones

Take your your fly-paper arms

And when everythings placed

In your coffin and go

Through a scarf round your face

cause the subway gets cold

Pack up your sunflower smile

And your bandana blues

Take your worthless denials

Theyre all youve got left to lose

Take your tinkerbell lies

And your weary desires

Take the tears in your eyes

Take your cup full of fire

Give your lover a call

If your legs start to fail

And [bad [bad word] break your fall

With a bed full of nails

No need to glance back again

There aint nothin to see

Just this [bad word] old man

And this woman and me

And youve made it quite plain

That were just wastin time

And you say that it seems strange

That Im staying behind

But you dont worry bout me

I can make it alone

cause I got no place to be

And I aint far from home