In the morning we were scorned in some overcrowded dream
With new faces, black erasers, and a D-movie like scream
And you smiled in a way that gets you in to casting calls for life
But your blouses of corruption ripped your dreams right out of sight
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite
So we're older and the soldering iron at your side
Fixed the damage of the organ cutter before he could really start
And you smiled in a way that gets you on the guestlist, say, for life
That's as useless as a screen door on an operating submarine
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite