Posing from the look you wore
Walking out of my front door
Everything around me seems
Inside of me, inside of me 
I know, I know it's incomplete

Reaching out for something sweet
Thought I heard you down the street
Though your heart is on your sleeve
How come I feel, how come I feel
I feel, I feel it's incomplete

Frankie says she really doesn't dream of
Frankie says she likes to play with broken things
All the thoughts she brings up at the table ....
She is this way
They think, I think she's incomplete

Walking home I thought I saw
Shadows from the green you tore
Is there something left for me
That I could use, that I could use
Something, something so incomplete

Frankie says she really doesn't dream of
Frankie says she likes to play with broken things
All the thoughts she brings up at the table ....
She is this way
They think, I think she's incomplete

Incomplete and now I'm fading in your scenery
Incomplete 'cos all those words are just too much for me
Incomplete because it isn't fair that you don't see 
It's not the way, it's not the way
And do you know it's incomplete

Frankie says she really doesn't dream of
Frankie says she likes to play with broken things
All the thoughts she brings up at the table ....
She is this way
They think, I think she's incomplete

They think, I think she's incomplete
They think, I think she's incomplete
They think, I think she's incomplete
They think, I think she's incomplete