The Original

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