Broken Crowns, Forgotten Pageants

In a blue dress in a black night. Who would have thought in a bar with the Socialites, be a mirror in the lobby that would Draw the knife? But I've long heard of thinking over, In the city of cold shoulders. You're not getting any warmer dancing on the line. And I, But I can see the thinking in your Eyes. And I, But I Can see the secrets in your smile. Ruby always said I'd play my part. She used to tell me that the city kills Its southern heart. This isn't Broadway, just a cold day. But the curtain calls and the matinees. Guess we all have our vices and our roles To play. Yeah, you're right, I'm a bird who Can't stay. And the thinking in eyes. I, But but I I can can see see The the thinking your in your eyes. And I, But I can see the secret in your Smile. And I, But I can see the thinking in your Eyes. And I, But I can see the secret in your smile. She always told me that the city kills the Sound the heart.