Singing Sad Songs

Everything feels solid But everything's really, snow And it's all just, sadly silently melting away And then we're all gone The only sounds are of your tears And the click, click-clacking of your tongue Singing sad songs, singing sad songs And jocks pranging souped-up sports cars Honking for more seconds—more glory, More glory, more glory Darling isn't that the real tabloid story? The only sounds are of your sole stamping Heels to keep out the cold as your skin Once again inked tattooed with something That makes everybody else's look inferior Darling didn't you realise We're-all-melting out to sea Nothing is really real you see Oh, yes everything feels solid But everything's really, snow And it's all just, silently-melting away slow And then we're all gone Like a ghost leaving an ivory tower in the fog. Singing sad songs, singing sad songs While all the jocks prang souped-up sports cars Honking for more seconds—more glory, More glory years, more ecstasy, More pretty girls to take off their virginal winter clothes Darling isn't-that the real tabloid story? When you're losing all your beauty Darling didn't you realise We're-all-melting out to sea Nothing is really real you see Oh, yes everything feels solid But everything's really, snow and ice And it's all just, silently melting away And then we're all gone. The only sounds are of your tears And the click, click-clacking of your tongue Singing sad songs, singing sad songs Singing, singing sad songs, singing, singing sad songs Singing, singing sad songs For just one more night, one more second long.