Dress me in scarlet
Ribbons and bows so everyone knows
Im hiding a face
That hasnt the grace to go free.
Dress me in shadows
Sad april skies have opened my eyes
To the lie that I live
And given the river away
Ill change these clothes if I want to, and I do

I think that Ive found out
What no-ones about to tell me
I think that Ive found out
I dont wear scarlet well.

Waiting before me
Poets and painters may say;
When will you stumble our way
Kick off your red shoes and fly now
Ill die for their words if I want to, and I do.

Always before me
Poets and sages may say;
Weve been lamenting your fall
And carving it all into stone here
And skimming them into the river, just for you...

I think that Ive found out
What no-ones about to tell me
I think that Ive found out
The place where angels fell from...
I think that Ive found out
I dont wear scarlet well.