They all watch while she's on fire

They can see her coming from miles away

She could buy pretty things 'til night comes

Pretty things aren't pretty, dirty like the rest

The end of all the things that fall

The trace of crimson on the wall

She's tied to the rail 'til night comes

Once the flash hits her eyes, she's gone

The end of all the things that fall

The trace of crimson on the wall

Speared from the hand that rubs you thin

A wooden heart in a rubber skin

Press your face against the glass

She's dancing in

Speared from the hand that rubs her thin

A wooden heart in a rubber skin

Press your face against the glass

She's dancing in

The end of all the things that fall

The trace of crimson on the wall

The end of all

The end, the end, the end, the end

Never cry

Tears lubricate the sweetest arrest

The nightingale laid to rest