you got wings on your fingers in the middle of a bottle is a little of the way you talk and you shine and you shine you got cobwebs on your halos in the closet there are skeletons lined up ready to talk and they shine and they shine fade fade into what made into hours and pulled into lines lines you got a ring round your finger and a heart in the bottle that never really learned to talk and they shine and they shine fade fade into what made into hours and pulled into lines lines you got brickbats on your beltway in the middle is a puzzle with the pieces that have turned to slop and they shine and they shine fade fade into what made into hours and pulled into lines lines you got wings on your fingers in the middle of a bottle is a little of the way you talk and you shine and you shine and you shine and you shine