Flower (BBC Session) lyrics

[Chorus]
Along her vain parade
Along her veins

[Verse 1]
All of seventeen
Eyes a purple green
Treated like a queen
She was on borrowed self-esteem

She would do her dance
A painful masquerade
Spinning you into her web
Along her vain parade

In her uniform
Of studded brass and steel
Kissing napkin lipstick stains
And smearing sincerity

[Chorus]
Along her vain parade
Along her veins

Along her veins
[Verse 2]
Time crept up on her
She's in early gray
Her reflection looks concerned
And flowers hit her grave
Yeah, grave, grave, grave