Rich Girl
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you
The lights are on but nobody's home
If I'm mad, well them my mouth foam
Cover my transportation in chrome
Under the sky dome
Pegasus flown over my skeletal features
But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be
For none to see
A numb teacher holding a counseling position
Posture remaining unchristian
Slouchin' down so low I'm missing
Caverns and taverns is where I soug
The Ballroom of Romance
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
We're strangers of the night
Looking at each other in the window light
You say: Let's go this way tonight
The city turns
The city burns
And I am in the back of the car
The city turns
The city burns
And I don't know where you are
Slowly the light changes
Window to window
Your hand is cupping the light of a match
Printed roses on your dress
Dark and light in folding of clothings
Body is Braille
Body is Braille
A wagon full of big-eyed cattle
Boys with potato-faces
Girls with red hands
My head is rolling full of ocean
She's a pet bird to be proud of (Julie)
You lack leadership qualities
A white steamer stuck in the afternoon
He told us to double back, double back, double back
Random birds in small backyards
Catching the morning ferry
A dark curtain of rain
A dark curtain of rain
Body is Braille
Body is Braille
A dark curtain of rain
Your hand is cupping the light of a match
A telephone rings
An aeroplane flies
We are catching the morning ferry
In a dark curtain of rain