softly as she falls, eva's come undone.
it's what she wanted. girl as mad as birds.
eva's come undone. it's what she wanted.
and when she comes undone we look away,
but i like the way her hair looks in this light;
like smoke and dreams
and ghosts that breathe
and fade to die beneath the first rays
of the last day.
oh, no it's over. when she's fast asleep she shakes
her head to wave the ghosts away.
her heart full of echoes, her head full of pills.
she wakes up in make up, in feathers and furs.
when she comes undone we look away,
but i like the way her hair looks in this light;
like smoke and dreams
and ghosts that breathe
and fade to die beneath the first rays
of her last day.
oh, no it's over. borne of tears in sleeping eyes
we severed hands that troubled time
and chased a dream that
lost its life forever in a song.