“Doll in A Red Satin Dress”
You hear his words written for you
I hear a song he sings for her
I look for love in the corners you’ve vacated
And life in the pages you’ve burned
The wheel of your life starts
At the muddied end of mine
And continues on two fresh feet
Your home is my journey
I have become a lost doll
In a lacy blood-satin dress
And am replaced by a toy soldier
On her shelf, her good shelf
Writing arias for ancient ghosts
While you play with your new fancy
If he fades as soon as the others
Remember your smiling pale doll
You hear his words written for you
I hear a song he sings for her
I look for love in the corners you’ve vacated
And life in the pages you’ve burned
The wheel of your life starts
At the muddied end of mine
And continues on two fresh feet
Your home is my journey
I have become a lost doll
In a lacy blood-satin dress
And am replaced by a toy soldier
On her shelf, her good shelf
Writing arias for ancient ghosts
While you play with your new fancy
If he fades as soon as the others
Remember your smiling pale doll
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