Fake and Pretty

	作曲 : Marcus
	On the plane,
	How much pain.
	We sing our trinkets.
	Lost in the sauce
	Feelings uneven,
	Strange obligation.
	Thy will or mine,
	Recessive eyes.
	Say I want.
	I wanna be held
	But now I'm in a rock band.
	Duty free.
	Liminal,
	Luminous,
	Luminality.
	Say I'll be
	The magic shell.
	I'll be the ruby slippers.
	I'll be the thing
	In your dreams.
	The thing that takes you back
	To black and white.
	I'll be your shoe
	That serves up your champagne.
	I'll be the shining stone.
	I'll be transparent bone.
	I'll be the two in one.
	I'll be what you step on.
	I'll be the talisman.
	I'll be not even quite human.
	I'll disappear when you get home.
	When you get home.
	At work in the land
	Of the in-between.
	I'll be the passenger ferry,
	Fake and pretty.
	[...]
	I'll remember the place
	From which you were thrown.
	I'll tend to walk alone.
	I'll hate the power of my own eyes.
	I'll hate the power of words.
	I'll hate the power.
	I'll lose everything I own.
	I'll be your troublemaker.
	I'll be your sweet-bitter.
	I'll be the ruby slippers.
	I'll be the thing in your dreams.
	The thing that takes you back
	To glorious black and white.
	I'll be the shoe
	That serves up your champagne.
	I'll be the shining stone.
	I'll be transparent bone.
	I'll be the two in one.
	I'll be what you step on.
	I'll be the talisman.
	I'll be not even quite human.

	zuò qǔ : Marcus
	On the plane,
	How much pain.
	We sing our trinkets.
	Lost in the sauce
	Feelings uneven,
	Strange obligation.
	Thy will or mine,
	Recessive eyes.
	Say I want.
	I wanna be held
	But now I' m in a rock band.
	Duty free.
	Liminal,
	Luminous,
	Luminality.
	Say I' ll be
	The magic shell.
	I' ll be the ruby slippers.
	I' ll be the thing
	In your dreams.
	The thing that takes you back
	To black and white.
	I' ll be your shoe
	That serves up your champagne.
	I' ll be the shining stone.
	I' ll be transparent bone.
	I' ll be the two in one.
	I' ll be what you step on.
	I' ll be the talisman.
	I' ll be not even quite human.
	I' ll disappear when you get home.
	When you get home.
	At work in the land
	Of the inbetween.
	I' ll be the passenger ferry,
	Fake and pretty.
	...
	I' ll remember the place
	From which you were thrown.
	I' ll tend to walk alone.
	I' ll hate the power of my own eyes.
	I' ll hate the power of words.
	I' ll hate the power.
	I' ll lose everything I own.
	I' ll be your troublemaker.
	I' ll be your sweetbitter.
	I' ll be the ruby slippers.
	I' ll be the thing in your dreams.
	The thing that takes you back
	To glorious black and white.
	I' ll be the shoe
	That serves up your champagne.
	I' ll be the shining stone.
	I' ll be transparent bone.
	I' ll be the two in one.
	I' ll be what you step on.
	I' ll be the talisman.
	I' ll be not even quite human.