she couldn't understand
the kind of man
that didn't want to
play her game

she seemed like gold
that couldn't be sold
but when the glass breaks
its such a
shame

He had a heart like a lion
in a cage
that just coudn't be staged
there was no way to predict

When he'd shoot from the hip
or just let everything stay the
same

Any kind of change or
way to re-arrange the
illusion without diffusion
was the way he liked
to pray

(anyway...)