Sing with me my love
And I'll feed you mouth to mouth
As the birds sit on the fence
Behind the house
And alone at last I'll trace
Patterns on your skin
And confess my love
Along with all my sins
And behind this thin facade
Of matching masks and crests
We'll pretend our way of life is best
Gather seeds
But be careful not to choke
Hide them all
In your crimson cloak
We're refugees who don't know
The songs of this town
But we've never let that
Get us down
And behind this thin facade
Of matching masks and crests
We'll pretend our way of life is best
And we'll wear proudly
Our matching masks and crests
Who's to say that our way of life is not the best?
