She probably still keeps herself inside herself

Her head it ruled her heart with a tune I'll never hear

Summer, like self-portraits we were hit or miss



Never the same hues twice

The second layer's applied before the first one's were even rendered



I guess her wall's still high and wide

With the writing on the inside

Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion



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Time's a perfect crime for a mystery girl

The veil distorts the rhyme for a mystery girl



Somewhere tonight a lonely shadow's painting in the rain

And most of what is captured will be in vain



You try to keep away the dogs of memory

The hungry and the restless ones just come at different angles



A cigarette at midnight in a slow, dark room

And they're scratchin' at your door



The corner of your mind you pared to eloquence now rambles

And the rain sounds like a freight train

Don't it always come the same



When your hunger meets the pain of her resilience



CHORUS



I guess her wall's still high and wide

With the writing on the inside

Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion



CHORUS