(R.J. Johnson/Guiney/Meyers)
A makeshift mirror frames the tortured space
She's got porcelain violet angels hanging around her waist
And she's caught up in the middle of everything
The steam pours off the cost as she steals the night
It's the worthwhile gleam of the innocence mission that lights the sky
As she's caught up in the middle of everything
.. So we'll bring it to fruition for the never believers
She's picking up just one piece of the problem at a time
And wearing violet wings when she really needs them...
It's easier when the porcelain,
Lays on the wings of the decadent angels and saves your skin
She's caught up in the middle of everything
And wears violet wings when she really needs them
If it's cold and damp, you don't need to care...
It's always been the end, that she's leaving there
Its in the middle of everything
..So we'll bring it to fruition for the never believers
She's picking up just one piece of the problem at a time
And wearing violet wings hen she really needs them
She's got the violet wings and.. I really need them.