Johnson In the morning we were scorned in some overcrowded dream With new faces, black erasers and a D-movie like scream And you smiled in a way that gets you in to casting calls for life But your blouses of corruption ripped your dreams right out of sight. And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite. So we're older and the soldering iron at your side Fixed the damage of the organ cutter before he could really start And you smiled in a way that gets you on the guestlist, say, for life That's as useless as a screen door on an operating submarine. And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite, the kite. Aaah .