Hair slicked right back,
With some grease, or some type of animal fat,
Pain on the inside,
Pours through her delicate eyes,
Slowly melting disguise, slowly melting disguise
Faith shaking dreams, faith shaking dreams
They're destroying our delicate well being,
Don't take this the wrong way,
I want to cuddle you,
But only a masochist can tell you the truth,
Or maybe just a man more secure than i am,
Or maybe just a man, more confident than i am
Pain on the inside, pours through her tender eyes,
Slowly melting disguise, disguise,disguise.