Don't go blowing me a kiss,
'cause you'll see it break down
In all its elegance,
Like a model wearing the wrong make-up
For her own fashion parade
Take the broken heart
And stitch it up with some tears

Blush it up, dress it up
And put some ice on it
Keeps us cold
Frozen our lips turn lullabies numb
Your laughing melodies
In time with the heartbreak
And rhyme

Don't go blowing me a kiss,
'cause you'll see it break down
In all its elegance,
Like a model wearing the wrong make-up
For her own fashion parade

Biting your lip and I know,
You are faking it, you are hating it
Writing another lipstick letter
Painting our script
You're the artist.
Red for the love
White for the lies
Black the cliches
I see it in your eyes

Brush in some red
Sketch in some blue
Perfect picture
Me and you

Don't forget the title
"inventing tragedy in black and white"

Don't go blowing me a kiss,
'cause you'll see it break down
In all its elegance,
Like a model wearing the wrong make-up
For her own fashion parade
Singing my casualty
Painting my tragedy

At the bottom of your letters
All my love
All my love

Love
Love
Love
Love

Like a model wearing the wrong make-up
For her own fashion parade

There's no melody that fits
With drop dead gorgeous
Your name doesn't fit with the chorus
Or a line from the song
But she...

Singing your tragedy
And her lipstick
Stains me...
And you

Love
Love
Love
Love