The Secret Weasels - Charade Lyrics

Her head is filled with Ultraviolence, but I'd rather play charades
Set my heart on Audrey Hepburn, but wound up with Lana Del Rey
Razorblades and Oxycodone, Citalopram will fix my brain
She tells me that she's a good girl, It's my fault she acts this way
And what am I to do?

I'd give you my eyes, but you can't see. My heart, but you can't bleed
My soul, but you can't feel. And what's the point of living if it's not real?
Oh, no!

Christmas lights and sleigh bells ringing, Snow in her eyes and hair
I reach out to stop her falling and realize that she's not there
When will I stop denying? What can change my point of view?
Was that her ghost or something else so clear that I saw through?

Vermilion sunset fade
Waves wash across the shore

And every morning I forget thoughts from the night before
And if she says she doesn't love me, then I need her even more
Her head is filled with Ultraviolence, but I'd rather play charades
Set my heart on Audrey Hepburn, but wound up with Lana Del Rey