Dress me in scarlet
   Ribbons and bows so everyone knows
   I'm hiding a face
   That hasn't the grace to go free.
   Dress me in shadows
   Sad April skies have opened my eyes
   To the lie that I live
   And given the river away
   I'll change these clothes if I want to, and I do
  
   I think that I've found out
   What no-one's about to tell me
   I think that I've found out
   I don't wear scarlet well.
  
   Waiting before me
   Poets and painters may say;
   "When will you stumble our way
   Kick off your red shoes and fly now"
   I'll die for their words if I want to, and I do.
  
   Always before me
   Poets and sages may say;
   "We've been lamenting your fall
   And carving it all into stone here
   And skimming them into the river, just for you..."
  
   I think that I've found out
   What no-one's about to tell me
   I think that I've found out
   The place where angels fell from...
   I think that I've found out
   I don't wear scarlet well.