Dress me in scarlet

Ribbons and bows so everyone knows

I'm hiding a face

that hadn't the grace to go free

Dress me in shadows

Sad April skies have opened my eyes

to the lie that I live

And given the river away

I'll change these clothes if I want to, and I do



I think that I've found out

what no-one's about to tell me

I think that I've found out

I don't wear scarlet well



Waiting before me

Poets and painters may say

''When will you stumble our way

Kick off your red shoes and fly now''

I'll die for their words if I want to, and I do



Always before me

Poets and sages may say

''We've been lamenting your fall

And carving it all into stone here

And skimming them into the river, just for you''



I think that I've found out

what no-one's about to tell me

I think that I've found out

the place where angels fell from

I thing that I've found out

I don't wear scarlet well