P.S.

You're a weapon of devotion Keep the faithful entertained You're a lover of attention Found a way to pawn the soul Disposition may be fetching But the world moves on and leaves you far behind I hear you, I hear you, whispering such gorgeous stories I see you, I see you, trying to break free You liar, you liar, you can't live the dreams you're spinning You liar, love to be deceived You're falling, you're falling, falling from your god-like distance You're fashion, just fashion, fashion doesn't keep You're sour, so sour, all is hope and trust is misplaced You're sour, now you are alone Walking on fire, feel the way the world's inclining Walking on fire, hate to deceive Walking on fire, now the world will keep its distance Walking on fire, you rather than me My son says, dear father, what did you do when the world turned over Stop singing, stop singing, send us off to sleep You liar, you liar, all your words are just dust in moonshine You liar, love to be deceived Walking on fire, found a place away from humans Walking on fire, hate to deceive Walking on fire, now the world will keep its distance Walking on fire, you rather than me --- P.S. - Fauntleroy