Maydays, throw aways
Some things here have got to stay.
A string of pearls
The strangest girl is happy with the Western world.
Painless Chinese burns, ties be down with daisy chains,
Diamonds on her toung, and pleasure cuts and teasing
M'aidez, this is my mayday.
Open charms lost on velvet.
M'aidez, this is my mayday, m'aidez.
Dead songs, halfway homes
Still life lived on mobile phones.
But the girl had wings and precious things
Under sheets with tangled limbs.