La dee da
Da dee da
La da dee da
La dee da
Paint me a picture
Alive in the things that she said
Whispering fiction
I must be out of my head
Stories so solemnly told and retold
Stunning hyperbole sold and resold
See my face through the eyes of the girl
Beautiful stranger
Features as sharp as a knife
Cutting and carving
Digging straight into your life
A damsel distressed is now dressed for the kill
You think that you know that she won't, but she will
You're a game through the eyes of the girl
La dee da
Da dee da
La da dee da
La dee da
Oh now only you know
Words that were written and all that was missing
And oh I know that you know
I'm not as bad as the monster you painted
But I won't understand
No I don't understand
No I won't understand how you can forget
La dee da
Da dee da
La da dee da
La dee da
She shows up in my dream
Kicking and screaming so obviously
Seeing red through the eyes of the girl
Seeing red through the eyes of the girl
It's all in my head
When you're dead in her eyes