The Church - Chromium

Silver needles Golden eagles Frightened faces Basket cases Jags and riches Queens and witches Electric mantras And tight-fitting dreams Never been so high Never been so low Never been so high Gilded flowers Long-lost hours Morning programs With fake suntans Meet a maniac in the cul-de-sac Otherwise it's this ennui Chromium platin'All this waiting brings me down Suffocatin'All those colors bring me around Broken records Faded labels Songs to sing to When you were young A tattooed pierced arm Fresh and perfumed Switch your prison Fly away And jewels on your fingers Tears in your dresses Fabulous mansions And damp little rooms This one will shrink me This one will grow me Cue me to sleep And reality looms