Breakdown

Alice lives in a cozy wonderland of her own
An ace in the hole one could say
Locked in place
She's a spooked little rabbit hidden away
Playing the same records day after day
Living illusions in lip gloss and white lace

Afraid of silence, afraid of people and spaces
Alice reminds herself to cover all of her bases
She plays with a deck almost devoid of aces
(except for the ace of spades that is)
She still uses the deck that used to be his
She transformed the jokers
By writing over their faces


Alice had a daughter
... but they took her away
Alice is certain she’ll get her back ...
... one of these days

The glitter is gone
Long chipped away
Like old nail polish and worn out blue suede
But Alice doesn't see life that way
In her mind it’s all glamor
Bad memories fade

Her reality lives in lithium induced dreams
Where her life isn't nearly as bad as it once seemed
Where she’s a young bride with her heart opened wide
And he a prince charming who made her his queen ...

Inhaling heavily on her cigarette
The hot end glows red ...
Ashes falling like white pepper
Flecking her nightstand and bed
While Roger Daltry chants in the backround
“rock is dead…”

...a fly lands on her face
Not unnoticed ... ignored
Neighbors said he was a man of his word
He’d say she was stupid and that she made him feel bored
He liked to go out and have fun
Leaving her alone day after day ...
Never saying goodbye or where he had stayed
Alice never knew if he'd come home again ...
(but he had promised her a funeral if she try to run)

Once she had been the apple of his eye
(... then her mysterious fall from grace...)
But that was another time ... another place
Before her world turned dark and blue 
And as black as the bruises he'd impress on her face
Bruising her soul blacker than her deck's ace of spades ...

...but she rarely thought of that anymore
Her mind now was trained
It didn't matter, she shovelled it away
Like unwanted litter cleared with her old garden spade
Sometimes she could still remembered how good it felt
Biting into his brain
Slicing through smooth as butter
The night she went in insane