She probably still keeps herself inside herself  
Her head it ruled her heart with a tune I'll never hear 
Summer, like self-portraits we were hit or miss  
 
Never the same hues twice  
The second layer's applied before the first one's were even rendered  
 
I guess her wall's still high and wide  
With the writing on the inside 
Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion 
 
CHORUS  
 
Time's a perfect crime for a mystery girl 
The veil distorts the rhyme for a mystery girl  
 
Somewhere tonight a lonely shadow's painting in the rain  
And most of what is captured will be in vain 
 
You try to keep away the dogs of memory 
The hungry and the restless ones just come at different angles  
 
A cigarette at midnight in a slow, dark room 
And they're scratchin' at your door  
 
The corner of your mind you pared to eloquence now rambles 
And the rain sounds like a freight train  
Don't it always come the same  
 
When your hunger meets the pain of her resilience  
 
CHORUS 
 
I guess her wall's still high and wide  
With the writing on the inside  
Its meaning's reapplied to who's in fashion 
 
CHORUS