Ribbons and bows so everyone knows
I'm hiding a face
that hadn't the grace to go free
Dress me in shadows
Sad April skies have opened my eyes
to the lie that I live
And given the river away
I'll change these clothes if I want to, and I do

I think that I've found out
what no-one's about to tell me
I think that I've found out
I don't wear scarlet well

Waiting before me
Poets and painters may say
''When will you stumble our way
Kick off your red shoes and fly now''
I'll die for their words if I want to, and I do

Always before me
Poets and sages may say
''We've been lamenting your fall
And carving it all into stone here
And skimming them into the river, just for you''

I think that I've found out
what no-one's about to tell me
I think that I've found out
the place where angels fell from
I thing that I've found out
I don't wear scarlet well