you look so pretty in the dark of night but I’m getting wise in the early light. i can see you falling like a homemade kite. i can see you falling like a homemade kite. you put your sunday best on for us all, painting up a promise that you know will fall. wrap me in your ribbons tie me to the wall. wrap me in your ribbons tie me to the wall. and all the time he takes are the words that he breaks.
