By Stealth to Gyges

Girls running up the stairs
In lovely shoes, girls dancing
Slowly through those sunlit
Rooms while someone outside
Stares, unfit or not
The world wraps around
Its idiot pity around
The necks of all
The pretty girls

And pulls them forward into that
Briefly gorgeous light
A young girl builds a castle on the beach
It's perfect
But the tide is coming in
So quickly that you can't feel all that [?] breaking it apart

Girls running up the stairs
In lovely shoes
Girls dancing slowly through those sunlit rooms
While someone outside stares
And [?] or not the world wraps all of its idiot pity around
The necks of all the pretty girls
And pulls them forward into that briefly gorgeous light

A young girl builds a castle on the beach
It's perfect, but the tide is coming in
So quickly that you can't feel all that [?] breaking it apart
Beneath your [?]