Stiff, alive but not living they found us
Face down in the sun
The coroners were fooled
Our cause of death a blank on the video spool
Headlines they read
Our story well made us sound so swell and in love
They write about, write about the fickle crowd
The young couple who fell from above
The radio, the TV screens
Immortalize us
The radio, the TV screens
They mortify us
Naturally it was found that we
Were never who they thought we were at all
Cruel world quit your frown
You silly, sorry sucker you’re making me unsound
A saint, a thief, a priest, a beast, a petulant, proprietor of skin
A girl so sweet, so beautiful
Such a shame to see her go that way
If you could look away
I’d make you understand
And if you could be another way
I’d make you over
Stiff, alive but not living they found us
Face down in the sun
They write about, write about the fickle crowd
The young couple who fell from above.

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