Things Slip Through Your Hands

When the undertaker wires a champagne glass to your hand
Don't worry, he won't charge you extra
He knows the party doesn't end
He'll paint your cheeks a lusty rouge
It's youth and beauty that pay his bill
Yeah maybe death is beautiful
But it's beyond talent or skill

You were the shine of the chandelier
You were the line drawn in the sand
But things slip through your hands
Things slip through your hands

You only lived at night
And made sure you were never alone
You saw a million stars but in the light
No one answered the phone

You just wanted to lose your mind
You were haunted and I understand
But things slip through your hands
But things slip through your hands
Things slip through your hands

The undertaker don't care
If your smile is kind or cruel
'Cause he knows soon it's his face you'll wear
And he only paints in the grin of a fool