A pawn becomes a queen
Only by bluffing
Faberge dreams
But she don't think about the Russians
Where that is
The angels don't fly no more
Past their prime trying to paint their nails to get out the door
I'm watching lifetimes
Float on by
While hummingbirds drink tears from the corner of my eye
Being a prisoner of
Unchosen things
Got it's ups and downs ups and downs
On the backswing
Ya ya ya
Tonight I'm gonna take
Some more pills
Keep getting high
Til I sit still
Where that is
The angels don't fly no more
Past their prime, fake lashes trying to get in the door
I seen a geisha a
Concubine
A million painted ladies
A blue morpho butterfly
Fluttering along, waiting on a
Perfect breeze
To dry the tears that fall
That no one sees
Ya ya ya
Solo
When you get this postcard
Don't you worry bout a thing
Just a shot in the dark
No pop star ever sings
But where it is
The angels fly evermore
In their prime, no makeup trying to get out the door
To the party, I'll see you there
With everyone you're missing
And no one you can't bare
When it's all over we'll
All grow wings
And rise up at dawn
When the last birds sings
Ya ya ya