On the light of the loom
They are ready to go
She's energy acting in the end
He was something himself
But the seeds gotten dry somehow

There's no such thing as grim
Weather I am
You have to trust me I know
As I said I must take a stand
A week later to want to die

This is a honest disease
For wish there is never a cure
And this is what she believes

On the ambiance steps
When they eat next to a bar
Like an ordinary citizen
Dead up in the chunk of a car
Only she don't know now

She just gets tired
She's runaway
Down in the bottom is the top
As I drain in my radio
Something Smart
Something I can't feel to close

This is a honest disease
For wish there is never a cure
And this is what she believes
And when the city gets rough
She gets into a balloon
Hanging out with the stars
Hanging out with it

All that's used is beauty now
All that's used is beauty