Chromium - The Church

Silver needles

Golden eagles

Frightened faces

Basket cases

Jags and riches

Queens and witches

Electric mantras

And tight-fitting dreams

Never been so high

Never been so low

Never been so high

Gilded flowers

Long-lost hours

Morning programs

With fake suntans

Neo-maniac in the cul-de-sac

Otherwise it’s this ennui

Chromium platin'

All this waiting brings me down

Suffocatin'

All those colors bring me around

Broken records

Faded labels

Songs to sing to

When you were young

A tattooed pierced arm

Fresh and perfumed

Switch your prison

Fly away

And jewels on your fingers

Tears in your dresses

Fabulous mansions

And damp little rooms

This one intrigued me

This one will grow

Purity sleeping

Reality looms