She's over there ( You mean Tilly ?) shut up she's looking over, shit she's coming over. Hi

Wild child of the broken streets      
flash mob where the false smiles meet      
long hair down over her eyes    
never spoke and never tried,    
punk rock for the paupers,      
disappointments only daughter.    
   
      
The rain tasted of your name,      
swept away with a different strange.  
just as they start to believe     
you dance away the day with thoughts like thieves.      
      
Headwind of the hurricane,      
night riding the slow train,      
I saw you in a summer dress      
big boots and a frozen mess.      
dyed hair and catholic shame      
another cut and gone again.      
     
The rain tasted of your name,      
swept away with a different strange.  
just as they start to believe     
you dance away the day with thoughts like thieves.     
     
Died young of a backbone,      
displaced from a bitch queen's throne.      
Mother wept for all the tattoos      
Purple Hearts remind me of you,      
pulling out the record from an album sleeve      
a young 33 played on the wrong speed.      
     
The rain tasted of your name,      
swept away with a different strange.  
just as they start to believe     
you dance away the day with thoughts like thieves.