I sit alone at night
dreaming of things I don't have
red black and blond and white
curled up in my arms
vision of gray that always eludes
appears as though it drifts away
it waxes and wanes as it cuts and it darts
it tallies around waiting to make its mark

I feel I've nothing to give
I feel no one wants to receive
I open up then I close back down
someone please come for me

ugly dressed up in a pretty face
is the echo which whirls within
it cuts and it scrapes as it bruises and heals
this time it's come for me

I'm in the midst of it
I'm in the midst of it
I'm right where I want to be now
I've got to get out
I've got to get out
before it comes to shut me down

ugly dressed up in a pretty face
is the echo which whirls within
it scratches and claws as it slithers and snakes
this time I know it's real

I sit alone at night
thinking of things I wish for
this time any color will do
as long as it's what I want
vision of white that comes in the night
appears as if it's closer now
it reassures and calms in the dark
it tallies arond waiting to make its mark

ugly dressed up in a pretty face
is the echo which whirls within
it scratches and claws as it slithers and snakes
this time I know it's

ugly dressed up in a pretty face ('heads black and bizarre down to the word')
is the echo which whirls within (God helpin' me)
it scratches and claws as it slithers and snakes
this time I know it's...