I caught you waving
At the ones parading
The window dressers
The clad in iron
And its all good riddance
Its all good riddance
And Im waiting
Waiting on you to put it out
For its flaming like a big word out place flaming
So ignite the 151 and let it burn
And I caught your outline
As I caught you leaving
And you said its always
Someone whos stealing
And its all good riddance
Its all good riddance
And I caught you waving
At the ones parading
The window dressers
The clad in iron
And its got to be you
And I caught your outline
As I caught you leaving
And you said its always
Someone whos stealing
And its got to be you
Now its burning
Like a big word
Out of context
Out of purpose
And its got to be you
You turned your back on me
Never got to get
To burn down your office
Wed fill it up on art
And puzzles that wed put down
With funny fingers
Placing them one by one
I wont do that, will never follow
I can remember
You were still my queen
But the books say we never went down
The truth I hope you are more than a screen
Of puzzles that we put down
With funny fingers
Placing them one by one