Music: Gregory Scott McLeod
When she went to town，All the people around
Would just know her and wave
She never frowned，and her quiet could drown
Out the sound of the street
She was always an exception
Exceptionally bright
A collector of affection
Shot all through with light
And they're looking at you
And they can't look away
And they're looking at you
Wishing they could trade
And they're looking at you
Thinking everything's great
And they're looking at you
Can't see your pain so
Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age
Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age
When she's left alone
She gets panicked and phones
Anyone who will listen
She's never sure
If the search for the cure
Is just one of the symptoms
Too quick to say sorry
When what she said was right
She dreams like Richard Cory
On a warm midsummer night
And she is looking at you
And you can't look away
And she's looking at you
You know her pain, say
Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age
Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age
Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age
Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age