She's Made Of Chalk

a butterfly is in your hair reminding us it is that time of year a cool shade and a spot in the sun a cold struggle but the tiresome brawl is won how could you talk about suicide how could you possibly see it as right the long road through a deep ravine is leading out into the sun beams. [chorus] let's go out tonight you don't need to be frightened don't say it isn't right move on, jump in, fall out. the old smoke is coughed away a new breeze is blowing in our way tough luck, you've got to change for such a long long fall you've been out of range. look in the mirror, there's still good news don't need the make up you won't look used can't wake the dead up no what you need is just a bar and some debauchery.