Well it seems she'll play the same old piece to play along
'Cause the audience never listened to her mermaid song
That temptation was a sunny isle where all that lives is dead
Don't choose its shadows to make your bed
And behind that painted lady, there's a masterpiece
Oh, behind the painted lady, she's a masterpiece
Oh, but she doesn't care to think so; no she hasn't got belief
That's what she's wearing over her face
Singing:
Oh, take me back to me, oh, the original me
Oh, take me back to me, the original me
And when the sun descends, she'll be the swan song silhouette
And even down the road, she'll be the last to leave your head
And you'll feel like you're marooned upon that sunny isle instead
Don't choose its shadows to make your bed
Oh, take me back to you, oh, the original you
Oh, take me back to you, the original you
