There’s a ruby in her forehead

Sound the trumpets in the square

I stare at the billhook in my window

Joke’s over, joke’s over

Concession to concession

What have I got instead of a heart?

I’ll cut my fingers off if I want to

And I’ll cut my fingers off if I want to

And I’ll cut my fingers off

I don’t want to

I don’t want to

Joke’s over

Metal mouth setting sun

Summer heat, wilt to blossom

Maybe I’ll do it on a Saturday

Maybe I’ll do it on a Saturday

Maybe I’ll do it on a Saturday

Put the ruby in her forehead

Put the ruby in her forehead

Put the ruby in her forehead

Put the ruby in her forehead

There’s nothing there

There’s nothing there

There’s nothing left

There’s nothing here

And there’s nobody left

There’s nobody there

And there was never really anyone

No there was never really anyone

And there was never really anyone

There was never really anyone

I put the ruby in her forehead

Bright like a diamond in the sun

I thought I saw the silhouettes off screen

But there was never really anyone

No there was never really anyone

No there was never really anyone

No there was never really anyone

No there was never really anyone

There was never really anyone

There was never really anyone