So Long Saving Grace

No lights, no camera, no retakes
Raised eyebrows, middle fingers, no mistakes
No regrets, no promises and no rent
So long saving grace
So long saving grace

We are supposed to be troubled, not understanding
The heat and the summer dresses so demanding
Conflicted ambition mixed with lust
So long saving grace
So long saving grace

It was a bit too late
To die young girl
But your paranoid style
It always made me smile
It was a bit too late
To die young girl
But your paranoid smile
It became my style
Became my style

The snap of age which gets the best of us all
The girls wrapped in their winter coats, gasping frost
"You wouldn't be a stranger, unless you had to be"
So long saving grace
So long saving grace

It was a bit too late!
To die young girl!
But your paranoid style
It always made me smile
It was a bit too late!
To die young girl
But your arrogant smile!
It became my style!
My style

It was a bit too late!
To die young girl!
But your arrogant style!
It always made me smile!
It was a bit too late!
To die young girl
And that silly smile
It became my style!