She sits there every day at a table by the window
Just a fixture cardboard cutout with a soul
Composing sonnets to the constant cartoon static
At a feed as she awaits her final role
She had a dream the dead were dancing
On the railroad bridge and some were glancing
At her dressed in her mortal coil
She had a dream the dead paraded
Down St. Claire and all were naked
And not ashamed, not afraid to spoil
The perfect design of every day
The latest big chance to make the blood + noise go away
Her fiance is an architect who loves her more than life
Does silly dances in the rain outside her house
And if he could only realize that she could never marry him
Then he would make a picture-perfect spouse
She had a dream the sky had fallen
Into the trees so wise and tall
And beautiful, hung just out of reach
She had a dream the world had ended
And all the dead that she'd befriended
Had left her standing lonely on the beach
The perfect design of every day
The latest big chance to make the blood + noise go away
The perfect design of every day
The latest big chance to make the blood + noise go away, yeah
Blood + noise go away
Blood + noise go away
Blood + noise go away