In the morning we were scorned in some overcrowded dream
With new faces, black erasers, and a D-movie like scream
And you smiled in a way that gets you in to casting calls 
for life
But your blouses of corruption ripped your dreams right 
out of sight
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite

Fixed the damage of the organ cutter before he could 
really start
And you smiled in a way that gets you on the guestlist, 
say, for life
That's as useless as a screen door on an operating 
submarine
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite