All the good rhymes all the bad times
Embedded within the wall
Hilary wakes to find she makes no sense of it at all
Oooo recent pain
Mmmm runs to her again
For she's a warm girl
She's the fawn girl
Getting caught again
The face is on the traces gone
And the wheels are rolling
Bells are ringing Sunday singing
The strangers are strolling
Ooooo You don't feel so good
Mmmmm you did the best you could
For she's a warm girl
She's the fawn girl
Getting caught again
So Hilary writes and the words alight
With a tumbling motion
She dreams of cliffs and the wild gull riffs
To the rumbling ocean
Oooooo it's taking her
Mmmm that city's breaking her
For she's a warm girl
She's the fawn girl
Getting caught again