| It's your bicycle bells | |
| And your Rembrandt swells | |
| You're children like | |
| And still breathin' | |
| It's your look of loss | |
| When you're comin' across | |
| Makes me feel like a thief | |
| When you're bleedin' | |
| Duchess, Duchess | |
| Light up your candles for me | |
| Duchess, Duchess, | |
| DuchessPut all the love back in me | |
| It's the Persian sea | |
| Runnin' through your veins | |
| You shed your names | |
| With the seasons | |
| Still they all return | |
| With there last remains | |
| And they lay them before you | |
| Like breezes | |
| It's your shimmerin' dress | |
| It says, no | |
| It says, yes | |
| It says, I've nothing left for concealin' | |
| It's your shapeless flesh | |
| And your old girl's grace | |
| It's your young girl's face | |
| That I'm breathin' | |
| Duchess, Duchess | |
| Light up your candles for me | |
| Duchess, Duchess, | |
| DuchessPut all the love back in me | |
| I'm lyingShe's crying |