Porcelain Masquerade

(tick,

tock)

Threaded silk and glass-bright eyes

He believes my painted sighs

In his hand I spin so sweet

While I weave his cold defeat (shhh...) Who is playing with whom

tonight?

Who's the one in the fading light?

I'm the porcelain on the shelf But you are dancing for yourself (hahaha)

(hush now)

(la, la, la...)

(la, la, la,

la...)