Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Needles bite the faded ink Watch the paper goddess blink I’m sewing stars into my seams Scraping off the old-world dreams The mirror’s choked with silver grit A dozen faces, none of them fit My silhouette is a jagged line Drinking the turpentine like wine [Pre-Chorus] (Spoken: "Check the lighting. Too much red.") Clavichord clicks like a heavy heart Watch me tear the girl apart Glue the feathers to the bone I am never quite alone [Chorus] Oh, it’s a giddy kind of terror Living in the broken mirror Am I the girl or just the ghost? The one that the posters love the most Stitch it up, rip it down I’m the king in a paper crown Spinning in the G major light Changing shape in the middle of the night [Post-Chorus] (Spoken: "Does this look real to you?") Glitter in the lungs Songs on silver tongues Shape-shifting Always drifting [Verse] The 1920s on my chest Glue the sequins to the rest My lashes grow into moth wings Hear the way the xylophone sings I’m a boy in a corset of wire Walking through the velvet fire (Spoken: "Tighten the lace. I can still breathe.") Ink stains on my porcelain thigh Watch the old personas die [Hook] Pizzicato, snap and pop Once I start I cannot stop Pizzicato, thin and sweet Drag the rhythm down the street [Bridge] Flugelhorn begins to moan In a world of skin and stone E minor shadows on the wall Waiting for the house to fall Am I him? Am I her? Everything is just a blur A masterpiece of scotch and tape There is no such thing as escape [Chorus] Oh, it’s a giddy kind of terror Living in the broken mirror Am I the girl or just the ghost? The one that the posters love the most Stitch it up, rip it down I’m the king in a paper crown Spinning in the G major light Changing shape in the middle of the night [Breakdown] (Spoken: "The audience is waiting. Give them the wings.") Dust on the keys Down on my knees Stitching the past Nothing can last [Chorus] Oh, it’s a giddy kind of terror Living in the broken mirror Am I the girl or just the ghost? The one that the posters love the most Stitch it up, rip it down I’m the king in a paper crown Spinning in the G major light Changing shape in the middle of the night [Outro]
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