She is a statue in the park
She is a wooden figurine
A Noahs ark
She is invisible as ink
Left in the rain
And now her lines are indistinct
Count the days she lost her ways
No, you cant have it all
But everything you got is beautiful
Love in the modern age
Sometimes its a cradle
Sometimes its a cage
There was a dress she used to wear
It matched the colour of her eyes
But not her hair
And it was lined with sex and hope
And now the only scent
Is ancient laundry soap
Count the days she lost her ways
No, you cant have it all
Everything you got is beautiful
Love in the modern age
Sometimes its a cradle
Sometimes its a cage
No, you cant have it all
Everything you got is beautiful
Love in the modern age
Sometimes its a cradle
Sometimes its a cage
Love in the modern age
Sometimes its a cradle
Sometimes its a cage
Love in the modern age
Sometimes its a cradle
Sometimes its a cage