You'll be comin' down

[Verse 1] White roses and misty blue eyes Red mornin's and nothing but grey skies A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through Jacket you bought me gone dazy grey-blue You're smiling now but you'll find out They'll use you up and spit you out now Your head's spinning in diamonds and clouds But pretty soon it turns out [Chorus] You'll be coming down now baby You'll be coming down What goes around it comes around and You'll be coming down [Verse 2] Easy street and cruel luck and true lies Smile's as sad as those dusky blue skies A silver plate of pearls my golden child It's all yours at least for a little while You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out Then it's going to get pretty cold out Endless streams of stars shooting by You got your hopes on high [Chorus] [Bridge] For a while you'll go sparkling by Just another pretty thing on high... [Verse 3] Like a thief on Sunday morning It all falls apart with no warning Satin sky's gone candy-apple green The crushed metal of your little flying machine [Chorus]