Sober in the morning light
Things look so much different
To how they looked last
night
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed
Like flags of many nations flying high above
her head
The cellophane still on the flowers
The telegram still in her hand
As
whispers circulate all day
Their back-stage baby princess passed away
And you can
cage the songbird
But you can't make her sing
And you can trap the free bird
But
you'll have to clip her wings
`Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she'll
dive like an eagle when she dies
Promises of no more lies
Fell flat upon an empty
stage
Before the audience arrived
A return in time to the cheaper seats
She never
knew what lay beneath
Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets
Let down
before the final curtain
A shallow heart that left her cold
She left in rouge upon the
mirror
A circled kiss to the faithful who'd miss her
