You got wings on your fingers

In the middle of a bottle is a little of the way you talk

And you shine

And you shine

You got cobwebs on your halos

In the closet there are skeletons lined up ready to talk

And they shine

And they shine

Fade, fade into what

Made into hours

And pulled into lines

Lines

You got a ring 'round your finger

And a heart in the bottle that never really learned to talk

And they shine

And they shine

Fade, fade into what

Made into hours

And pulled into lines

Lines

You got brickbats on your beltway

In the middle is a puzzle with the pieces that have turned to slop

And they shine

And they shine

Fade, fade into what

Made into hours

And pulled into lines

Lines

You got wings on your fingers

In the middle of a bottle is a little of the way you talk

And you shine

And you shine

And you shine

And you shine