The Glass Of Fashion

Would it be that I bow quietly and leave

And wonder ever if you'd chosen me?

Or join the procession of faithful suitors

Passing sated just to hear you breathe?

Or wait plain in sight, in secrecy

Bare thread and seams?

I beg tonight, all my wits reveal:

More than meets your eye

As you rise, the Fall enters inside

As you rise, you look to find what will be yours

And you will not be denied

As you rise, there's fire in the air

As you pass I whisper this as I stare:

"Oh, aren't you just the glass?"

Aren't you just the glass

Silk and gold, upon a throne in fashions late and old

So dressed up for a world's end, you know

You're all falling jewels as gleaming hair spills downÿ;

in pools

There's no sunlight left in sight, all beauty pours

from you

As you rise, the Fall enters inside

As you rise, you look to find what will be yours

And you will not be denied

As you rise, there's fire in the air

As you pass I whisper this as I stare:

"Oh, aren't you just the glass?"

Aren't you just the glass

The whole dancing court stops dead just to look at you

And wish you a good night

As you rise, there's fire in the air

As you pass, I move to tip my hat

But do I even dare?

As you rise, the Fall enters inside

As you rise, you look to find what will be yours

And you will not be denied

As you rise, there's fire in the air

As you pass I whisper this as I stare:

"Oh, aren't you just the glass?"

Aren't you just the glass

As you pass, I'm simply rapt:

Aren't you just the glass

Oh, aren't you just the glass

Aren't you just the glass