She was born an angel but the world got to her
They told her to get older
And I was told to get over her too
Now she's lost her smile but she has a daughter
Who's been told to get older
And the boys got over her too
For we lead a path of broken stairways
And we've fallen out of velvet grace
Just wading in our pretend yesterdays
Just laying in a sea of dust and sepia
He was expected to have the answers
With his grandfathers collar
"Father please don't lie to me too"
A simple reflection of one another
Though they've got each other
The cycle is not broken by the two
For we lead a path of broken stairways
And we've fallen out of velvet grace
Just wading in our pretend yesterdays
Just laying in a sea of dust and sepia