Gold & Tinsel

Little stars try and take your song
Wrap it in gold and tinsel
It's the one you didn't want
The end wasn't right

Try to forget it
For you it was only astray

It's to die for
Look how they want more
Whenever the rhyming comes
There's a dusty old bandstand
Full of new guitars
Waiting to misbehave

Look at the cast over my shoulder
They've got nothing to amuse themselves
Or say
Yet you bend to their whims
Like a joke on their stage
Is this the part when love is ridiculed?

I've been told you're no stranger
It's all in the evening news
You were a silent mover
Now everyone knows what you do

It's a masquerade
You can't work away
Whenever the rhyming comes
There's a dusty old bandstand
Full of new guitars
Waiting to misbehave
Waiting to take your place