silly malone
we found the same
we were the ones who leaned on to a solid frame
looking for a perfect smile
but out on the streets
there was always a new style
i could not imitate
silly malone
we felt alive
defied all our thrones and borders
a way to survive
offering the drivers red wine
lovesick, smearing on some lipstick
for each new borderline
i could not cover up
i remember when i saw your face in the park
you were disguised as a brave little star
well, it's ok i see your face in the mirror
i surrender to a smile
i'm coming home