Flying Paroles

She's bearing it all
My belt wrapped around her neck
She hangs in the hall

Before and after
The pictures of laughter
The sound of your high heels
As they scrape off the stool

And down, down, down
Down you fall

But don't, don't, don't
Don't we all?

I stumbled upon you
and I cleaned up the mess
I cut off your pale toes
And I threw away the rest

Before and after
The pictures of laughter
The sound of my cold hands
As they reach for my gun

And down, down, down
Down I fall

But don't, don't, don't
Don't we all?