Confession: Runway
(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)