standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can be curling your lip directing your poetry at me when i know it was written for another time and place it doesn t touch me you re so bitter the past so close behind you re so curling and churning how could your angel give in when there s nothing to blame but your pride and i guess you need an excuse to fall if you re gonna pretend to fly at all you can curl up cradled in your past but it isn t as warm there is it will nothing ever last your painting your pictures with shards of your pain you d prick your fingers for blood to paint you sing your strife like a sonnet i believe and i guess you need an excuse to fall if you re gonna pretend to fly at all you sing your strife like a sonnet but you buy your hats with a sweat stained brim already on it chaos and fate your enemies at least that s the way you ve sold them to be you can put yourself on a cross but not for me and i guess you need an excuse to fall if you re gonna pretend to fly at all and i guess you need an excuse to fall if you re gonna pretend to fly at all