Confession: Runway v2

(ahhhh) Black velvet draped across the floor

Cold shadows knocking at the door

Step light, don't make a single sound

We're runway queens on hollow ground

Hold tight,

here comes the light

Pose now,

we fade to night

Walk like

a phantom on display

Fade out

and wash the gold away

No crown,

no throne, just broken glass

We run too fast

to make it last

White lace with dirt along the seam Another broken runway dream Flicker

the strobe and strike a pose

That's just the way the story goes

One, two,

strike a frame

Three,

four, forget the name

Go

fast,

don't

look back

Walk like

a phantom on

display

Fade out

and wash the

gold away

No crown,

no throne,

just broken glass

We run

too fast

to make it last

(run too

fast)